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May 2020
was it me

that built you

up like a fat little

****** cupidon

spouting blood?

ponding roads in a quaint bowl?

of course.

a camera prospecting angles

for shots that will become

motifs.

blood culturing.

thought as mere as doing.

a la...
*How we feed one another's ego, spouting all the right words. While under an almost cinematic direction of perspective.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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