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1d
He done love your evilest

eye.

You really think freedom is

broken--he begs to differ.

See straight into alleys blind

with dust, surmise.

Now, when you come around

to your center--go straight.

Directions are indeed handy.

A wise one once said: it's okay

to talk to yourself, as long as you

don't answer yourself.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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