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