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May 18
Reality goes right

through itself.

It really doesn't

know what to tell

you.

Those closest to

it tell you: 'I don't

know what to tell

yah.'

It's exactly what

they tell themselves

going through it.

In what reality

would one presume?

Well.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     U Mims, rick, Aladdin Aures H, Sarayu and Pax
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