Biography of Sheridan Spence
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Sheridan Spence Poems
Look there, Amidst the battlefield of inebriation...
From The 3rd Story Window
Leaves of palm Still, in the tranquil
My crimson vessel of life Kneels plaintively on
A personal catharsis Awaits trembling fingers,
My crimson vessel of life
Kneels plaintively on
The altar of sacrifice,
When deception is deceived,