orgami's Diaryland Diary

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a yards worth of wound

all my scars
burned like frozen lashes
my new flesh raised
foundling in the acres
of verdant memories

they raced about my
edges
and kissed my wrist
with hot slivers
stutter cuts

tore through my bone
in that birthday crash

froze deep my leg
in a christmas bash

they ache throughout
my eyes
and echo in my voice

touch forever
forbidden choice

..O..

12:14 a.m. - 2007-02-15

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