Deals Of The Past Men Poem by chris bowen

how come when i personally exist i want to kiss lip? tremble.blair and wrote a symbol piece, a simple piece, you and i on disney's main street.with an eye on the hotel room and a broom to clean up the mess after.all the classy green witch women laughter.tis all, a waterfall.i know the call, my heart hurts and breathing wont work.sleeping makes me go bezerk.i dont think this is human failings.its usually the aliens.