Next door

mumbled thoughts

leak through

cracked plaster

into my stale air



dark shades

of anger

rise like storms

born of heat

then coldly pass


blinking neon

breathing lights

flash to the wall

soundless and dead


hidden pipes

suffer with song

like tenors

coaxing tears

out of the weak


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