Often accused of abusing the words,
I stand guilty here as charged
Their purpose to serve my feelings unnerved,
when into the darkness I bard
Used as a shield, my will not to yield
their ink splattered blood stains aglow
No guilt do I bear for those letters unspared
—as their corpses define what I know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
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