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6d
Hecate holds her stomach,

shuffling the locus of her feet.

Humming how their rhythm

goes, is how darkness stays

calm.

In there are plans Hecate

never went thru with--

now even the moon won't

have her.

Head down, marked by

threes that can't get over

that one.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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18
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