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Jan 2019
i watched the

aerial grabs of

seagulls at sunset.

they were so on

about something.

their bellies flamed

an original orange.

i kept muttering to

them, Hail Mary to

eyes having a word.

they were so well fed--

by something other

than food.

networking cities of G*d...

above this "big" one.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     liz and Fawn
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