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Oct 2014
We will be lulled
out of this shell when
the in-breath/out-breath
Unite.
We will take the Aum
of this shell with
Us.
The holiness of
touchy-smiles...
oceans of them...
will come away gently.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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