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Feb 3
Divertimentos in a shrunken head,

brought to mind natural light in an

unoccupied room.

Sent out--unable to get in front of

what it reaches for.

Can't get passed what it touches.

As it slid across a dusty lamp--

supposedly left behind.

Which will click open, as if in

another room.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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