orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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surreality

walked a ghost in empty
rooms with the tommorrow
glint of perfection in
the empty oven glass

faucet waits for its thirst
cup the floor curved against
its walls and window light
reflections

snow is falling steady
blowing in the breeze
this cold familiar and needful
the old comfort of lonliness
fresh as a grave

the streetlights shutter through their
colours
the traffic is full
of salient wander
this wave
cresting in my chest

you are leaving
you are leaving
and this is the fate

the circus surrender
late

the night is a crash
of fate

heirloom shade
the brittle history
we were nothing but
shadows at the bus stop
the bus that never
came
the cold that crawled
against me

put my scarf around your
chill while snowflakes
fell
like watching waves and
the mystery islands
I remember every moment
I will

right to
the

end

4:57 p.m. - 2011-01-22

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