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Dec 2019
this stomach's dressed

in its Sunday best...

beacause morning

wakes where it wants.

sleep makes its stops.

dead to the world by all

appearances.

beautifying.

what to say without

effect?

promises, promises.

cravings brought me

here afterall.

I keep my ear to the wall

as I chew.

guests keep helping

themselves.

please eat.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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