
The world
ends in small doses
discoveries lead us
to lands of explosions
and pollutions.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

The world
ends in small doses
discoveries lead us
to lands of explosions
and pollutions.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina