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I Rocked Toward the Seashell
flatness__ charged words.
bellowed//out\\wardness
i chashed utterfly
wing : eXPLOSING butter memory
_(ubble Head > -- huggly
faceSMEARED tears OF NO
path/ i .AUGH caught
said she/he said \
she left: oh no said HE:
the divine i spoke \ i was
that never good| the skin of
my animal ... of all these
of all silence and experienced
traveled. How my eyes are fingers
pelted skillfully rolled. Then,
within my heart; to be never without
that fate of a beating drum inside
my chest. A beautiful nature of
round Moon and square Sun sings
as you. Love is that deepest root
of a breathing sky of life/how higher
is glorious wonderous that I carry
this heart.\ I could ponder my poems
professor/ These sharp teeth and carve
eyes as a cat of nine times to die.
How many have tried. Gentlewoman
and ladies.
:: 11.01.2021 ::
Copyright ©
Ernest Robles
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