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May 2017
Where others beat--
you touch...
a beautiful order.
Put in motion
when neither you,
nor I were looking.
We accused one other
of being godlike at the
same time.
As all is well remained
in the present tense, till
further notice went
unnoticed.
Some call it peace.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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