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Jan 2020
Perhaps you're

in a place where

no reflection suits

you.

almost like an indigestible

life force.

lumping a stone's throat.

as overrich

paeans trouble

your deadlock.

how disconcerting to be

known for what you are.

if what lives, has moved

out.
Onoma
Written by
Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
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     ---, Fawn and Lily
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