orgami's Diaryland Diary

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forgo the punctuation

LISTLESS endurance
laps at this grey
indifference like a stale fire
drowned

I can make the grey paste
and smooth it on my features
and be the grey ghost
dancing at the heel of
noon

the sweet heat of august
rising like a warm wave

nights memory wears like
a filthy glove
the work engrained in the
steer hide capacitor of
its value

it drips of ragged love
and high hopes
the breath of sunshine
in limbs bent at the limit
the sparking break ready
to flee
the groundling saphire
eyes that hover

distant on the line of
dream weaver
spell taker

the fire hobbled
winking sparks to majesty
dawn breaking like a
bleeding lip

was it meant to be this
hard

11:35 p.m. - 2010-08-05

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