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Jun 2012
Commence thy latency...do not guard
thy straits.
Of old and older days, slept lightning
layeth upon thee.
Unrehearsed homage, to what's unkempt
of the preternatural.
Commence thy latency...do not guard
thy straits.
The toppled onyx monument of sky
layeth above thee...uninscribed save for
flow of clouds.
Onoma
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