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Feb 2017
A*  statue  drooling
with  inertia  twitches
its  ri­ght  pointer  finger
toward  creation,   in
an  oblivion  of  secrecy...
here  comes  my  ­fate
taking  its  own  hand.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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