Eyes

The window to a soul.

But her interior is hidden away,
The windows are too dirty.
They have witnessed too much.
There are many holes and cracks,
rocks thrown by stone cold hearts.
It begs to be fixed, but no one is careful.
It is a rainy day yet again.

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