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Dec 2018
suffer me,

that is...

allow this vista

to be superimposed

unto your own.

glean from your

kind, make the necessary

human inferences.

that a mirroring calm

awaits the storm.

which will yet astonish

you anew, even with all

your foresight.
Onoma
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