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Jan 2019
i can see the end

of time--

served on a platter

by an unsteady hand.

a block of wriggling

black jello...peppered

with the prayers of flies.

whose wings beat life

to it~
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   Lahkeesha Ghastin and laura
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