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Mar 30
Warmth ran off a blue blade,

exposed from a suncoat.

Out for choiclesss tenderness.

As it broke to define a piece of itself,

to drop by degrees--to become cold

again.

A touch of rain for another reason.

Simply grey, with no in between--

withdrawn again.

Sudden as blooms--there again,

keeping their half of the blade.

Untraceable.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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