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Mar 2020
as this building

tells 18 stories

to itself, I'm taken

by eyes underlined

by masks.

people I've seen in

their element of home

across stretches of time.

the rest of their faces

are boxed out by windows.

I'm seeing so much more

of them lately, as they stare

out.

huffing through a bluish veil,

decrying the intelligence

of biology.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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