My Heart

Write pen knife blood ink paper airplane pilot stone temple crowd singing guitar drums bass I hear it I feel it in my bones these bones are alive these bones dance to the beat of the setting sun the howling moon wolves teeth flesh blood and so it goes in my heart.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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