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Oct 2012
...What is it...where is it...
where did it come from?
...Bid me agony...and I
shall agonize...bid me the
undoing of agony...and
I shall love.
I am here for these...as
all inbetween--my
preference is carrion to
vulture, not vulture to
carrion...I am here for
these...for this.
...What is it...where is it...
where did it come from?
It asks thus...incessantly
within my breast...its
telling is in the living.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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