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Mar 2017
All having come from

an undressed wound,

whose fully enveloped

bloom knows the ****** tug

of the moon.

We her mad children, pulled

from the trauma unit of

creation...spend a lifetime

trying to stay with what's in

front of us.

Times's blackout trifecta...

whose lapsing present seems

to always beg: stay with me!
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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