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Aug 2019
the sky's Only for peeling

off layers...

just a blue spot the eyes

go cross while staring at.

there's blueness without

eyes.

they'reΒ eyesΒ without blueness.

as she tends to her G*d-wound.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   ---, S Olson and Jules
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