The Old Place Of Sin Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Old Place Of Sin



you already left
for days
laundering your soul
far away

things settle
stones sink

you try to hold your hands
and your feet
but no
they have no minds of their own

they all take you back
to that old house of sin
where you
do not sleep

and honestly you must admit
you like it
too

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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