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Alex Salazar
Poems
Aug 2018
The mountain that fell
Restore me,
those words are stones
dropped into a lake of voices.
Rippling,
The loudest of them,
repeat ad nauseam.
In this nexus,
i am the oppressed.
Jackals swim concatenating the worst of thoughts,
plotting tomorrowβs coup d'Γ© tat.
My proclivity, to take the wheel
Invariably pulls me under.
Here in this place I am greased like Atlas
Punished to become the choices Iβve made
And for that Iβm grateful.
#gratitude
Written by
Alex Salazar
26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)
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