Help feed the lost
shoe bare feet
habit of trust sweet
paper trail followed
eyes to love the light
set blankets night sun
dark untied lite roads end
unmasked flowing into
bodies that live her pain
tearing her body laid in
is ripped swallowed whole
washed in lost stains yes
to be bathed in a tubs of misery.
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