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Contusion

October 20, 2007
By Anonymous

Dreams of broken windows
(and broken hearts)
come with tango nightmares, blacks and blues,
Bruised sky,
bruised soul.
turning the everyday forbidding
(metamorphose).
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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