orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sanction and soul-less

throwaway day
lay like needles die
the colour bleached
by rain and suns
cold eye

stumbled on our bleeding
prayer
hushed through our pale
teeth
and dull sky

like the patter of wind
on the dull sand

the gulls scream
and the agony of why

7:53 p.m. - 2009-11-03

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