chris bowen, a.k.a to wit
Do Not Bow Down - Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit
mess around and camp.the over damp.someone said i love you...with a kiss, with a smile, with an afterwhile, you might file for divorce, the way he rocks the porch.i underwhored and left the door open.its goin...which way? nikki hey.
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