Broken edges

The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges, because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design.

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Jagged gashes on my skin, blood spurts from within; fractured brain, a silent cry, another day jus’passing by.

Jagged notches, screaming edges, people sleeping under hedges under bridges, tearing flesh, sticking spikes right and left feeling sorrow…. much regret.

Many things are left unsaid amongst these legions of the dead.

i feel the blank of years gone by nothingness parades the sky the generations at my door, all abhor this body on the floor; born two thousand years ago, when the blood began to flow.

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