orgami's Diaryland Diary

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frozen

slips the thin smile
of razor around them
straight edge clean
and the sticky glue

font meridian
cardstock
and shellac
cause it wont go
back

to the years where
rust siphoned
gaurd dogs sleeping
where chunky skies
swept rain slapped
sidewalks clean
with their bright
tongues

spirits behind
the mirrir speaking
in forgotten
sonnets

and November waiting
in her gales
and in her peace
the ice creeps
like another
thin cut out

tin cutlets
seeking dark shelter

3:17 a.m. - 2010-09-30

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