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Oct 2020
the better of October

throws up its eyes to leave

its body of work, as its dank

and knobby fingers *****

at pelt-pocking raindrops.

glazing the orange skin of

pumpkins, that seem livid

with night-sweats.

flanked greys and eye-sore

whites resolve into a lay-limbo

inertial enough to be stumbled

upon.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
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     ---, ZenOfferings, Eman and Fawn
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