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Mar 2019
stroke my virtue--

lick my avarice.

you see how easy--

how hard it is.

without friction

there's no you.

why?

you're already over

yourself.

a bridge gaps.

dying to Know.

how else could you

exist?
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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