The wire shone in the sun
It was 9.30am in the morning
A spider web had been sewn about it
The spider had hidden tiself somewhere
Little drops on the wire were being lit up
Sparkling on the cold metal
The vacant lot behind a galaxy of weeds
With neglected walls holding them in
Does that sound like your heart
A vacant lot walled in with old brick
Bursting with weeds left untended
Is that you there seeing your own heart at 9am
Raw emptiness
Raw indifference
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