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Apr 2020
now the rain mimics the

sound of bird bones

settling in their houses

of feather.

or just as easily the other

way round--yet there is no

mimicry, just a connection

made.

that neither in their whole really

need, except it is good to allow for

such things.

in a time where wholes are taken

away, without a sound.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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