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Sep 2014
Succumbing all the time...to the unwashable
blazes...silvery-white tracings where
feet move.
Winter suns bleed-through what's
black-lit...being inside of revelation...
revelation inside of being...unwashable blazes
flowing.
Your proximity  going-up...unwashable
blazes...winter suns bleed-through what's
black-lit.
Succumbing all the **** time...silvery-white
tracings, dancing stillpoints.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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