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Jul 2016
When recalling
the phrase: it lacks
substance...I think
of one interchangeably
rotating their pointer
finger and thumb,
clockwise/counterclockwise.
Unable to conjure the
residue of truth made
manifest.
Yet magic touches itself...
whilst making provisions
for disillusionment.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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