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Dec 2019
they'll be no attestation

to the fool hitting gold--

seeing where you didn't

know you were coming

from.

dons The Kid's shades...

cutting up the bellies of

water to prophesy.

there's no refutation of

the truest born.

if you ever dared to watch

it go on...you might not

be here.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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