All The Broken Places Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Opaque room,
Heavy pillows,
Impending doom,
Marching bellows
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Fluorescent light,
Indolent sight
Bedshaped tonight,
Feet like granite
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Weak in stance,
Strong in structure,
Limping dance,
Across the breathing furniture
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Threading pulses,
A heart that races,
Mouth slightly parted
Like lions in cages
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What is this –
A lonely carouse,
A millionth star-kiss,
Lips sealed and bruised
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The dreams are wrong,
For the tide changes,
Perhaps I am strong,
In all the broken places.