April 8, 2014

I SMELLED

By EPRobles

I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in

:: 04-07-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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