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Jul 2020
what i willed was to have said

nothing--made not a sound.

allow words to gain full trust

of their master, yet when the

wound opened all their mouths,

they spoke out of turn from silence.

even though there was nothing

but truth in what cruelty they

formed--i must return them to

their silence knowing compassion.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   Aditya Roy and Joshua Haines
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