orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sepia framework

lay in wait
for the dreams
the thorn rich dreams
the glass shard
awakening

the television static
the heater fan hum

a shroud upon my morning
enrapture containment
while puddles stir
in the cold breezes

there is no honey
sugar coated meaning

just the blade that shaves
away the haze
the pain that sifts through
worry stones
the wave that washs away
false thrones
of voiceless gods and reasons
Ive forgotten
Ideals that have rusted
through and collapsed

and still I wander
looking for you

3:35 p.m. - 2011-03-25

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