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Sep 2020
the ignorance i exacted

against myself repeats to

the very word.

of which i can no longer

read, because it hurts Us.

just keep waking in sleepfulness

to forget the sacred, now is now.

a bygone truth wandered

from itself to truth the more.

they had their place, but

they now hide when i look at them.

know this.

avert your eyes from them.

what we want from one other

has already been given.

you asked me to make a choice

between your flesh or your spirit.

what was chosen through me

was spirit.

there's a burn for every memory.

just as well.

you can't break silence.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
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   ---, Khoisan and Eman
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