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Nov 2018
I'm at a

loss for so

many things...

chiefly

words.

yet here they

are, blue in

the face.

a flailing

troubadour,

birds flocking

deafly...

thru half the

air's soul.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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       Fawn, Jamadhi Verse, zuMee, L B, Onoma and 2 others
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