When the edges get stretched
They crack and crumble
They let things in
Things change
And the value decreases
Except to those who know
Be one of the ones
That look for stretched, cracked
And crumbling edges
Smile at imperfection
Seek out something damaged
Edges that crack and crumble
Allow things in as well
— GLB
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