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Jan 2019
when i go

at you, it's

like i have

a ******* for

the end of the

world.

right there.

wait.

don't move.

why does it

always feel like

i came too late

to the perfect spot?
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     L B, laura and Daniel eason
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