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Jul 2020
surrender leaves

its own word without

a trace.

while meeting the call

of the called Home.

we who come around

to the same point.

overcome by all things

possible, i in fact know

you from somewhere.

i want to give this to you,

but you already beat me

to it.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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