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Dec 2021
there's a desolation

that's lost on place--

a distinct body of being

consumed by nonbeing.

the excised Heart of a

mirror.

a thinning air that draws lines

of transparency.

where if one's existence

is reflected--they will never

be seen or heard from again.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     ryn, South by Southwest and kim
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