Island{sand, Time, Forgotten} Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Island{sand, Time, Forgotten}



broken my religion
broken my finger
your image lingers
your a different made up lie than i
but i find myself lingering
i think i seen em

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chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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fernanadina a.k.a ghost town
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