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Mar 2017
The hurt you sold, the hands you left.ย ย 
My body feels cold, my mind's a mess.
I can feel the earth, I can feel the wind
So I know, I'll crawl out from within.
I've had enough of my stomach,
I've had enough of my breath.
I'll sink my feet into the soil and burn on without any regrets.
I'm missing the innocence, i'm missing your fingertips.
But most of all I'm missing yourย ย soft countenance.
Alexander Apollo Salazar
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Alexander Apollo Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
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