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Jun 2019
as my lady walks

to me--

I look at these feet

and think of how

many times they've

grown from different

bodies.

they need not walk

further, and I'd be the

fool that I Am to tell

you how glad they are

to remain put.

come...Love of all my

lives, come.

walking can talk, as

there are places they've

been.

made real now!
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     ---, White Widow, Fawn, --- and S Olson
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