I am an orb
as medicinal as chaos,
as glossy as a reflection.
I AM THE ONION
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
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I am an orb
as medicinal as chaos,
as glossy as a reflection.
I AM THE ONION
