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
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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