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Jun 2019
i love this meadow...

I-I think I'll just

lie down and look

at the sky.

waiting for her face

to appear.

whereupon she Once said

she'd lose consciousness if

she beheld it.

yes, it can be like that...

and it Is.

she comes Knowingly,

silence is just a single

space that makes way

for her.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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