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Jun 2019
fruit come

fruit, no matter

the kind.

hides its tongue

inside.

sweet, bitter or

both--to the kiss

of taste.

lift it up, offer it

to the sky--then

hurl it to the ground.

with a force that'll

free its tongue--assaying

juice for flies

and ants.

that come to indulge like

clear words.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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