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Tantrums at Our Back
He tantrums at our back,

deservent of no

commandment.

Cowardice without level.

The perspiration of riches

in a hole, after the fact.

Jealousy licking its lips off.

Our Nazarene was no rumour.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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