precipice

ajb911
ajb911: a razor's edge/ a soul on the brink how long until hope becomes extinct
until all fades to the background and all life becomes a senseless
noise on a ledge leaning/ beyond this is there any meaning
woebegone are the indifferent and the numb/ held down by an invisible thumb
vicious dogs raving over the crumbs.
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