Christan Bowen

Without worlds colliding
I see a bright sunshine coming through the grey clouds
Will I be about it
I stood enough
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Hang from the oak tree
Sway like the wind is a God
I hear a whistle
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I wish I could speak
And hear your response
The land of Ponce
Was just barren once
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A dry day
a little wind
God
Give me the ghost again
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As I dreamed of smokey mornings
And leaves of brown falling so quietly
I dreamed of grass so high
That it might swallow the passerby
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Grandmother, deep in years
And shed of fears
Did appear
on the lawn
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The snow that covers the pond is breaking
Breaking from a boulder
That rolled down a snow-covered mountain
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A monster opened her eyes
She went with boots up to her eyes
To my surprise, I was alive
and could feel her thighs
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Savor the flavor
Red and green Lifesavers
Butter rum and bubble gum
I got to get me some
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What I wake up to is a clear reminder that winter does come
The frost on the window begins to melt from the morning sun
As I casually dress and think the world a success
I sip my morning tea and believe that the yard is a sea
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I was taken to a place
Where try to make you face
Reality
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A lonely scholar
Who's straight from the holler
Went to the city
And made a few dollars
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I'm not gonna follow you
Into a hole
There are certain things I already know
If I catch you
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Your like walking on broken glass
I don't know what I'll do
After that
This connection
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You got to be still
To understand
That will and intent
Will pay the rent
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Snakes and spiders
Are pretty little liars
They live in the briars
And the holes
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Could you make a cup with your hands
And bring me water
I need to know
I need to see the truth
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