Hairline Cracks
When I am so weary
of this world
and
cynicism
speaks through my
eyes,
when desert summer
sun cannot
penetrate
this uninvited temperament
and fear brushes
my cheek on
my way out
the door,
I find
yours
to be
the
only
words
that crack
this
weathered bark
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