Burnt Edges
october 4th, 2011
Profound tears and words to match,
the inside light, burnt out by ash.
Cost is all for a chance to live,
a "screw-up" is one-twenty-five to fix.
Sold to bidder number three,
call for a life without meaning.
The auctioneer ran out of air,
stifled hopes, dreams, despair.
Wrapped corners with perfect edges,
bring home smiles that show ragged ledges.
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