orgami's Diaryland Diary

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satchel bearing

living in paper dreams
your sleep you know
awakes you
walk you
talk you

vine of rivers
dark as death
cloth sling limbs
in ache thick
as pallour ash

and the snow
is falling
as I turn up
your collar

and wind the old
freind leans
on us

1:27 a.m. - 2010-12-06

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