orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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somewhere that night

hear
is the wind
leaning up against
the subtle
give

creaks and protests
fifty years of
it

talk of snow
but i want rain
someone to
dull
that
edge
of
lonely pain

where is my freight
ringing her bell
rumbling slow

hot breath and
triple horns

i can feel the
valley still
the pines in
that spring
night shower

water droplets
reflecting pool

hiss of an empty
line
greasy phone booth
salvations

..O..

10:02 p.m. - 2007-04-11

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