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Nov 2019
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
ineffable contours, that cannot be tamed with a wordy depiction.
Like water running through my fingers,
Ephemeral, and leaving me to linger.
Caldera, my steaming  desire.
Instantiates a spy, that is ready to be set on fire.

Daughter of eve,
Carousel of dreams
You’ve drowned my angels
And left me  to die in a reverie.
Alexander Apollo Salazar
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Alexander Apollo Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
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