Poem: Broken Windows

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Broken Windows

Broken.
Filthy.
Rusted.
No longer able
to hold out the elements
or promise a view.
The truth can be seen
only in the broken places.

About this poem

Sometimes the truth leaks from our broken places best.

Tom

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