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Apr 2017
no one knows how to
make love as if their
life depends on it.
death does.
entering and exiting
while maintaining
perfect eye contact.
giving what it takes
fully.
bracing patience, with
the sturdiness of a
promise: ' I'll always be
gentle, even when I come...
we'll go together.
What lives to die inside
you can't lie.'
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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