Photo by TimurWeber on Pixels.
Outcasts outstretched, oppressed.
Ostriches orbit onlookers on overpass.
Only one ounce of offering?
Otiose.
Opposite offense: overindulgence.
Obsolescence.
Odious.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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