She of the sinners’ ways prospers

You judge (with holier mind)– you speak what is altered, i do not listen; you try to teach me the writings you praise, worn like a withered crown …. yet, i will turn to words of braided ink from this steel pen, on this paper of stone– poems, massed and innocent.

Copyright © 04/25/2016 lance sheridan®

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