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Mar 2019
i locked Pandora

in her box, with

the birds she

said i was for.

i sat on it like

Rodin's: Thinker.

eventually i opened

the box and let her

and the birds out.

the box having nothing

more to unleash, was

left to its empty dimensions.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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