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Mar 2016
moseying on to senseless expulsions
the width of the hot, throbbing room

pulls away and cannot parry
   thrusts

breath stabs double angst
shuddering to speak only hands know
language, scent evicts
all names

goes   to   a   deathly  departure
  through sad, flittering windows

forgets    who   he   is
Windsor I Guadalupe Jr
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Windsor I Guadalupe Jr  Bulacan
(Bulacan)   
389
   PJ Poesy, the Sandman and Emily B
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