The world is broken, so it goes,
imperfectly round and madly off-kilter;
running hot and cold, and wet and dry,
the earth is not a place for life
lived too conservatively,
oh no,
it's for life on the edge,
the fringe, it rewards
the strange and the beautiful,
and it embraces the freaks and the
light
that would have been occluded shines
in a broken world,
and this is a pleasant thing to find,
I myself being somewhat
broken. And strange.
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