BROKEN THINGS

MY eyes are tired.
That which i have kissed
is everything upon your head
and religion of flesh.
i accepted everything.
Now my mind sweats losing
thoughts — broken legs.
i sleep inside the sewer
of your bed in all it’s dirt.
fallen sun. broken moon.
where once we had fun.

:: 04.04.2022 ::

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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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