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Mar 2019
bass blasts and darker

sides of the moon--

revolves the erasable

light of her face.

earth to the dance

beholden to her, phasing

her gaze on me--like fear's

a killer concept.

epically failing to avert her

want, we come to grind.

miming the ****** of music

stupid with spheres.
Onoma
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