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Onoma
Poems
Aug 2021
Unsanctioned Hit
he sat at the shadiest booth
in the diner.
sunglasses tinted to the
thirteenth power,
think Christ with his besties.
he slid some random ****
across the table to no one
visible, and grinned like
a *******.
it was death sanctioning
death to put a hit on death.
as an overly eager waiter
walked over.
ever-present.
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Onoma
NYC
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