Class of 2021
Can I bring my eyes out of my face and clean them
Smooth away the exhaustive rattling
Of a hamster’s wheel
Around and around goes the year
And dust accumulates under my eyelids
They have not moved in centuries.
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angreenfields
Alexius, known to their friends as Alex, is currently writing poetry in Minneapolis, MN, USA. They write with heavy metaphor and intense emotion, or at least try to. Their interests include foreign languages, English arts, feminism, and sticking it to the man.
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