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Dark cold bites at the windows
and freezes the locks,
close against the ragged frames
wrapped in tired cloth.

Empty winds howl with nothing,
saying what has been said.
Now come the tears, full
with the sorrow of falling rain.

Houses stand barren as the street
is lined with what is left,
sad reminders of promise,
dreams disturbed by a payslip.

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