orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Killjoy

whispers the unsaid voice
the faces shifting

No No your wrong I say
the bottle swishing
inside the elexir
of wamrth of escape
and Im weak

so damned weak

hatred is a thick
breed used for the
most stubborn of defence
the most strangest of
desire

I wish for the stars
but its rain falling
misting beautiful
sensous
sensual
in its embrace

all these longings I have
scattered and fractured

and I smile despite myself
despite my escape

12:41 p.m. - 2011-05-19

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