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I'm now covered in dirt,
but the words are still clean
A vision half dried,
their stains running deep
The sinners and saints,
arm in arm at the bar
Each infection they share,
--- tonight's hookup and score
Meaningless excuses,
all scandal affirmed
My bed made with sheets,
from a brothel once scorned
And as I lie in the shadows,
with my soul partly damp
My words are set free,
--- to the heavens now stamped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
but the words are still clean
A vision half dried,
their stains running deep
The sinners and saints,
arm in arm at the bar
Each infection they share,
--- tonight's hookup and score
Meaningless excuses,
all scandal affirmed
My bed made with sheets,
from a brothel once scorned
And as I lie in the shadows,
with my soul partly damp
My words are set free,
--- to the heavens now stamped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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