I DON’T HAVE A GUN

A smell of silence
as i am as we are
give me a word
as a friend as i know
as we were memories
say you gave a moment
i froze you in me
memory a memory
is such a belated
friend — memory
a memory dead
Instead say to me
you are a tramp
a defeated friend
whom i love instead
of all the ones
who killed me
and i scream i love
the one who doesn’t
have a gun
i love everyone

:: 09302015 ::

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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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