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Mar 19
Windows rise to scatter dead skin--

an electric cool removes layers of

mustiness.

Pitting rooms against themselves,

held accountable for their confines.

As inner eye contact is maintained,

the respect winter taught--so far

afield that flowers happen.

Almost like Mary showing--hands on

her back.

Just as a sparrow lie leaf-like between

two pages of air, illustrating itself in

someone's gut.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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