chris bowen

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

Dirt Filled Curtains - Poem by chris bowen

the pain of art angel harkens.a killer picks his choices.he still hears their voices.they say play in the field, the killing field, always was the deal.a silly green balloon filled with air of dragoons, dont bemoan the fact that you lack can have paris hilton back.she lacks the act of acts, my favorite bible book, in in the morning dew cause im after you.after two are murdered i wont hurt her mama, i got bills to pay, love obama.the stretcher carried the body, she was a naughty hottie, now the lot where she was found is shaded down, her case lay in the ground.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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