48 of 16 x 365

When words cannot capture moments sprinting off/I hit the course running this grass is soft/tall blades cutting ankles gutting my insides/something stinks and forgotten ills reside/deep within the bowels of hurt pride/the gurney is tied but not tight enough/injured bodies still drop from higher than trumps/golden towers with thumps go bump in the night/it was never the same nothing is all right/fragile from a life of fight or flight/mishandled misled and kept from the light/in the heart of darkness stark is the plight/when where milk and honey flow to the select/how why so many feel the neglect/who are the images to good to reflect?/who are the scorned deserving no human respect?

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