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Jun 2021
trails adore

blood-roses...

amidst greenery blown

precisely at an unmovable

moment.

an entire forest too

green for red.

recanting thorns like

ingrown nails.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
101
     ---, Benzene and Brett
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