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August 7, 2014

“……………..”

By EPRobles

Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”

08-06-2014 ::

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August 7, 2014

GreatNothing

By EPRobles

LOVER, my step
  /broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”

:: 08-06-2014 ::

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