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Jul 2020
a body whose

blood coldly abstains,

drinks from the goblet

of centuries.

to wipe it from the

mouth of night as it

runs like drool from

a waking dream.

if only to recapture

a kiss.

to starve back its

slow burn.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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