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Oct 2015
my unbridled dreams of you
remain to be all celestially wounded
in this nebula of emotions—
when i close my eyes
   and take the dark like you are for
mine to own, i think only
    of the stars and the moon
  the way a man that hungers
    for a woman thinks about
   what is underneath the vestal chemise,
   yet stumbles upon
     a nameless constellation.
Windsor I Guadalupe Jr
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Windsor I Guadalupe Jr  Bulacan
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