Windsor Guadalupe Jr Biography

Some people are sodden
And redundant.
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
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If you hold this heart emblazoned
Past the veiled sonatas you call a home
Then I would much incarcerate every zone
With a fire that emulates from a Stockholm syndrome.
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The stars are hoisted
Upon the picturesque azure
And they twine
To craft constellations
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Do not look for me.
For I have not yet forgotten.
I have not sent the epistles
To oblivion just yet,
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Your hair, a city of chestnut brown
With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands
And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land,
Subtly sit like an orphaned child
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