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Tenderloin

For so long
I have wanted peace.

In the green hills of Washington
covered by weeping trees.

I walk amongst them
confessing my sins.

They listen
they do not forgive.

This was written by Robert Herring. Posted on Wednesday, September 19, 2018, at 3:35 am. Filed under Books. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.