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Apr 2020
sleep broke her intervals

disproportionately this morning--

so i held her hand as this body tired.

it was when i came across my mother,

and thought from her truly.

kicking inside that belly, breaking our

heart--my egoless globe.

i part so many ways with my daring to

say...i realized her this morning.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   Thomas W Case
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