chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

gravity pulls me
inner strength
length of time, stay lest i play. in my own head the men you sleep with dont bother me
line 1 was gifted, the rest is craft
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seems i remember the slow pain of small town life
a creak in the door didnt mean changes
a walking carpet was comfortable and unworried
the news brought shame to self relief
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hanging on a reef beneath a layer
i find abner doubleday dead
next to him is a head
it said
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cloe was a girl with a bow
when in tow she let others know
there was no go
for a show, she might blow ya
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after the dive show, we go
the snow on the tops
dewdrops
see stops
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just enjoy the day
she said hey
infinite wave
some of the behave out her
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just like that i brake
the fake on, fate gone
we wont be long god
she saw a shot of the oncoming headlights and screamed
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