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Jun 2019
there's a clearing in

every killing-time,

i know where it lie.

it's mystery unfolds,

as a footless safe passage.

a noble hunter kissing

every footprint of her

lotus feet.

grounding the sky.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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