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Feb 2019
let the moon

drift off like

a pebble down

a well...so tides

may lose the pull

of her tale.

blue is a still color.

which her illusion

wants to move.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     CK Baker, Butch Decatoria and MicMag
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