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Mar 2020
her stardust hands

animate trains of thought,

by rapidly flicking through

a glossy black covered magazine.

with glossy blank white pages.

her nails spiraling in control,

nimble enough to split hairs.

gathering hunters.

in some waiting room.

her hands have since passed on.
The art of time killing herself.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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