A COLOR empty of me
Washed hands bleached
Eyes know what wrongs
That kill every little
-ness of you // a thousand
Tears a thousand years
And i still don’t know:
Am i a nightmare?
A hero, or maybe some
one who touched the addicted
-ness of all you love.

:: 01-23-2019 ::

About EPRobles

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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