Weathered widows wet from rains,
cracks all around the glass and pains,
dryed like old skin,
worn as the paint is now thin,
the glass is musty with dust and stained,
so hard to look inside,
this old abode,
falling apart,
I once live here in this house,
now falling apart and old.
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