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Sep 2018
A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over β€˜there’ there now.

AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.

A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.

And Poets never grow up

WE GROW BIG ROOMS.

:: 07-10-2018 ::
In the quietest of moments on rare occasion we meet our true self.
EP Robles
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EP Robles
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