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Jan 11
a harlequin bit by capers--

& black diamonds, crushed

within doings of powder.

plunges his face into a

Matissean blue fountain.

which's cut out at the rim--

as coral orange koi fish

scissor its spout.

where the harlequin comes

up for air--peeking thru his

digits.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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