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Sep 2023
an eighteen note vantablack

Victorian music box

welled up from the rings of

a tree stump.

far afield.

a little girl's hand reached

out & wound it.

to dissever music from rain--

where she withdrew into

the sheets that came down.

feeling through her throat...

a lifelong mute made in a

moment.

the eighteenth note coming

to rest.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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