Midnight Cubism
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Barry Middleton
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she hides in shadows of midnight
and often steps into my dreams
she is always there
she has so many names
so many disguises
she is written on these faded pages
she may be a lover lost in time
sometimes I do not know her
she is like broken stained glass
shards of memory
reassembled by Picasso
and yet she always seems familiar
she seems to remember me
and I recall the feeling of springtime
as I hold her in my arms
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