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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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February 10, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

You never know what ain’t enough,

til it ain’t enough

you never know that pain is love,

until your pain is love

because you love your pain,

in love with pain

that’s his name

50 shades of grayer pain painted with your brush

you never know you making love,

until you making up

you never know you down

until you chasing up

you never know you biting pride,

until you tasting blood

you never listen to them,

lift your middle finger up

because most rather judge

before they lift a finger up

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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