cracked soil

My eyes charcol grey
fingers rich soil awaiting rain.

plants cannot grow in my cracked soil.

please, do not say you must go.

Woman inside quietly sings,

record player always humming the same tune, no words.

the walls look out but do not speak,

  and there is no friendliness to be earned in their presence.



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