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Alina Martel
Poems
Jul 2019
it floats down like feathers.
There was a ****** at my childhood
playground today.
Don’t worry.
Just a small one.
Fitting on the tops
of the swing set bars
Feathers shedding
on me forgetting
to remember
the simplicity
of having no perspective
in a world of countless lenses—
It seems fitting,
that I’m peering through my glasses
as they crow: Death to the masses
On the pastel purple trusses
of a world I have to leave.
Written by
Alina Martel
22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)
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