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Jan 2020
it's first, second and

third nature to write

you into the ground.

with the superlative sense

where nothing takes.

holy count kept of what

comes in threes, till the charm

is lost.

mounting husks of earth having

their way with you.

to cultivate the impersonal.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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