PRESS the flower & scents
into lab tubes //&\\
present futures ——
aroma pursue’d dreams
: so are WE of SOIL
the oblisque of Ancient
enticing smoke /ink within
Skin so Human taste:
echo say: we can-z
remember we are not at
all — wail wail wail
for air. We sleep +

:: 05.12.2020 ::

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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