& WHEN I SHUT MY EYESA Poem by E.P. Robles& WHEN
I SHUT MY EYES This CENTER cannot hold WITHOUT the PROPHESIED pIECES of
small shards then again maybe everything you
UNDERSTAND is a new kind
of ATTENTION. THREE
DRINKS AND I’M OFF UNTIL TOMORROW :p :: E.P.
ROBLES 12.08.2016 :: © 2023 E.P. Robles |
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Added on July 10, 2023 Last Updated on July 10, 2023 Tags: poetry, abstract, surrealism, Andre Breton AuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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