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Mar 2020
turbid rusts murking

the lens of a tiger eye stone,

slowly set down.

plucking the harps of

wandering minstrels with

triple vision.

singing the prowess of dusk's

burial.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   DivineDao
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