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Feb 2020
inertia is the god

of the mountain.

not allowing one to

dissever the vain and

inarticulate.

doubly conscious of what has

turned in on.

burdensome and unmoving--

spells of dead atomic flies

stuck in resin.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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