July 25, 2020

OLD & WASTED

By EPRobles

i ONCE stood taller than
LOVE : which smacked me down
to the lonely being i am.
  Old and wasted i continued:
until my last breath not hearing
anything but my own dying heart
beat.
 

:: 07..24.2020 ::

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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