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Dec 2019
spoon feed me digestible

moosh...baby me.

all i ask is that you look

into my eyes like your

life depended on it.

then we can have something

for once.

where your foregone movement

might make me hold your hand.

strong enough to be beat to death

by memory.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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