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Sep 2020
The temptation

was just resisted

to ask my Mother

how did it feel to

give birth to me.

I see the time she

will put it into words.

I see the time when

I will kneel down and

leave my forehead on

her feet.

this is what I-I was born

to do.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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