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Jun 2017
Tonight's the night i die
without circumstance, without center
i stand alone, dancing, bleeding.
Freckles in bloom, i resume my disorder
What keeps me Magnus?

Eyes, points of black flame
Brown, underneath the blackened hair.
Lips, like gorgeous labellumΒ Β 
Sunflower, my mind escapes into a sunset ether
The window to my fire escape is open
And i can't help but think of you.
Alex Salazar
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Alex Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
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