There are things in life which will cause a person some suffering and pain. It’s how the person deals with those jagged edges of life which will determine what road they will be traveling on.
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jagged edges
scrape and burn
pouring out blood
the color red
everywhere
in liquid form
piles clotting
like mud drying
in the afternoon summer sun
so awful
are the wounds
and oh the smell of death
it clings to the air
as it covers up smells
which life before it had
life and death
protecting people
who never see
the truth
who never listen
to wise words
jagged edges
scrape and burn
leaking out the color red
death everywhere
smell it
allow it into memory
to be a reminder
of what is to come
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