Book of Gone xiii

Book of Gone xiii

A Poem by C Peril
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xiii

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And so I scatter seeds of sin
upon the fertile field of truth
so that I may - through tending
and tilling, repentance and 
restitution - reap the righteous
crop of absolution 

© 2021 C Peril


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C Peril
C Peril

GY, Humberside, United Kingdom



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Creeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..

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