How our faces are friends kissing mirrors
Our steps preceding us –> follows
rooms filled with unfinished visions
like fathom objects of perverted flesh

My head immured my eyes, burned bruises
without history or decency in life
broken teeth fill our mouths.

Like Jesus’ loaves of eternal bread.
:: 04.09.2022 ::

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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