You've been beaten and raped
and left to bleed out munificently

The murder of ideas
Ideas first were held hostage in a box
Like crayons color coded
Paint that never mixed
A body not allowed to twist
encumbered by a dolorous weight
of standardized testing.Tracing.Fill in the blank_______

A death sentence written in No.2 pencils and black ballpoint pens
eyes grow dim
ears are deaf
No one can taste the music
No one can hear such sights
No one can sing the shape of a heart

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