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Oct 2018
it's such a slow peel,

then the prop up of

this emergent tower.

to height the winds of

October...crumbling

under the weight of

leaves.

aghast flowers drinking

down their color, with

a hand at their throat.

we're in it together....yet

i am what wakes to find.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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