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Feb 2017
Creamy pale yellow moths,

translucently glom the buttery

mists of sunlight's skin, hers.

Naked with vision, redefining

outlines of afterglows...prickling grids,

as if she could shed the body.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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