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Mar 2023
the grand inquisitor

of magick--leaves no

trace of stardust in its

pockets.

to say bagged particulates,

is an understatement.

freed to backhand speeds

of light.

imagine receiving a

summons from what's

wide of open.

while finding yourself

locking eyes with a

complete stranger.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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