chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

Blackheart Ghosts - Poem by chris bowen

bleeding, feeding, ever needing, the post be eating a comma still, we wont we will a daumer the field so bloody, no news too muddy.i wont fuddy duddy and get a buddy.this is my mix a match.i kiss i thrift, i feel a snatch.a hatch do good, a ride we would.come a should a farmer the daumer who does requests, forget bullet proof the chest goes the mark of the cross, and the lady of the flaws, get summer saws and tear a people apart.we are the blackheart, to start.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010

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