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Omerta el prostitute (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
A cock crows steady for sixty
seconds as a dog barks off in the
distance and a car almost starts.
Dark square of curtains seal out
the morning, but he is still awake
holding the letter with a bottle.
It slowly slips out and shatters.
Walking across the glass he opens
the drapes and stands motionless.
Two boys ride by laughing on bikes.
Their seats are red & their hair brown.
He presses his palm to the warm pane.
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