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Jan 2019
got it

up packed...

cold at the

blaze.

cobra hoody.

fang-fulls of

elephants lumbering

rooms.

getting fat off slow

death.

straight sippy-cups

brimmed with

reorienting brew.

i watch Ganesha

remove his own

obstacle.

i blow his

shadow off.

code blue on lock...

Shiva~
Onoma
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