i pulled myself from this wreck
to see if i could still walk
i touched my mind and focused
on the pain:  each moment here
is a familiar sting of trying
to breath each moment
  saw the evil in each heart
  the only thing i knew each
  & familiar day so tried to
  kill it all away |||–but
i remember everything //
     INTO a luscious void
of every word where my stomach
feels so empty.  

:: 07.28.2020 ::

the touch of skin now makes
me cry

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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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