in between realities
can’t see the bridges ahead
plans to burn and loot
the property
that was chained and ill-fed
light beings made of glass
sprinkled in crime
rolled twice through the gutters
and bundled in grime
labeled a medical prisoner
seeks an answer to the hate
a smile becomes a frown
all the love sours
the good life’s much too late
a fumble in the dark
creates a new casualty
a statistic with a mission
and no chance to be


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