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Mar 20
her face is a gaunt rosebush--

whose thornage & leafage

periodically shear off roses.

as if they were a pile on of

hands.

she squints thru this with

turquoise eyes, those vivid

breakthroughs you get.

her hair's the long entanglement--

of the rueful moistening of night.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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