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Jun 2018
where's my baptismal

water,

i mean--

like a child using my

words...

where the **** is it!?!

a glug is in order.

if nowhere is to be found,

then my Mother herself

calls out a name with no

response.

a promissory note, chewed

to death.

by prominent teeth,

persistently white.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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