Rows of Houses - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Rows of Houses

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Surveying the rows of houses,
I am struck by their drab
Sameness, a kind of uniform
Dilapidation rendered stark
By a tepid sun. Inside,
Dreams die by the thousands.

 
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