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Dreams of broken windows
(and broken hearts)
come with tango nightmares, blacks and blues,
Bruised sky,
bruised soul.
turning the everyday forbidding
Wake up, gasping,
to should-be sunshine day.
But in terror’s embrace (instead of yours),
it’s still midnight.
Bruised mind,
bruised soul.

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