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May 25
A monstrous intelligence helps

up a grin, like a running start

that never ends.

All in the course of observing

what's bold enough to be that

hideous.

Pursued by its condition, survival

makes no excuses.

Crowds are somehow pleased, but

not convinced--even offer welcome.

Akin to the dark side of the moon

left with her legs held up.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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