orgami's Diaryland Diary

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where are you now???

wind is the bruised rib
and I cough vacant love hurt
I see the bright explosion
of stars
dripping from the ceiling like
pain I can catch them
lingering on my eyelids

these Persephones
like qoutation marks
I track in the dead white
feild of ruins where
you played

12:46 a.m. - 2010-09-08

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