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Jan 2019
an index pressed on my lipsΒ Β 
the air rank with cherries
spits of rain, and thunder afar
my breath at a minimum
and this love is already augured w/ scars

Under a twilight glow
Cole's incantations
ease my disquietude
her voice an effervescent hymn
lulling the snakes that reside within my soul

what paradise
to lose
a
season
under my nose

She questions the validity of her arrangementΒ Β 
cards dealt by "life"
she questions me
she questions the intent
she questions tonights heavy glow.
Alex Salazar
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Alex Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
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