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Jun 2022
There’s something about
new-wave jazz,
all modern and electric,
that beckons armageddon—

a set of never-ending
Shepard tones, swelling
in sun-baked suburbia
like a body in the water:

light, rising, mercifully vague
as to the terrors
it may unleash tomorrow.
Alina Martel
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Alina Martel  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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