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Nov 2020
a void can be felt akin to

a spherical ice sculpture,

suspended by space--but

where space cannot follow.

its surface teems with fly-like

suns, where apathy melts and

falls into blackened mouths.

that utter far more torturous

things than thirst, one being:

goodnight...with no relief.

an end as sight, seeing therefrom.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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