orgami's Diaryland Diary

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arc sum

madcap times
and the bad news chimes
like bitter tastes
and acrid smells

stall the current
this ground
filled with bright
aches
and staunch
allies

pull this lapel
against the wind
and slip the button
through the eye
slender and revealing
like a magicians trick

the swells are higher
and we lose sight
but we are never alone

this dark night
full of restless wander

for the stars are merely
hidden they have not fled

like this love
that grows bright

10:53 p.m. - 2010-10-19

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