Harmless Poem by chris bowen

Harmless



readind beating hearts, a ghost knows the starts of the villian and the million who fear, when a ghost is near.be they ears of corn or the devils horn, i will pour the wool from a small pool of blood, then get the furthest thing of wood to settle, another metal frame done break ther plane of the living.love is misgiving.do you need to see on tv? no, the show is down on the afraid of decay, and summers love done gone away.

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chris bowen

chris bowen

fernandina beach, fl
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