Perpetual Forgiveness
Gray lines become fragmented
twisted around each beat
that pings within this tinman
with stones upon my feet
washed white walls
plastic virgin talks
split tongue keeps waggling
while the Holy Ghosts walks
peppered in pretend
pin it to a shoe
the worth of three words
and your promises, not you
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2014
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