orgami's Diaryland Diary

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void

precious
like the last
amber

last few feet of tape

candle guttering
in that hot pool
the shiny glass

im dead sometimes
eaten by the hunger
that flaws

the bread crumbs
to bribe the wolves
at the bridge

the opiate that
slews
windmills and
shadows

and time slips
away like a mask
and by then
theres no one
who cares

depression
you fucker
im not fighting
you

but you are beautiful
in all your lengths
and agonies of quiet
mercy

the nursing ache
that runs cold

I dont know why
we never talk
you have the most
wonderful eyes

9:53 a.m. - 2010-10-30

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