orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Mirror mirror whose to shiver

freeze frame

the cold scrape
of the plate

the thump of the
lid of the can

the subtle sigh
says
i cant understand

say you grab your
jacket

the jingle of keys

its just for some
hours
a few toss of drinks

soft close of this
door
the empty stillness
and barren floor

and when the hot
spill of tears begin
let my spirit know
you've won again

wear my tin heart
rusted on my cloth
this ragged shirt
this awful wrath

slender blade
and hot knife
of comfort
slips beneath
sweet memorie

sweet dull of
ache

the dance of
hurt
the dance of
take

..O..

11:35 p.m. - 2007-07-07

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