orgami's Diaryland Diary

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occilation desertion

fence your front
the mask power
spoke

illuminate the
heavy danger
with eyes brilliant
and danced with sight

anthracite nights
spinning soft and
light as a thick
rush

falling off the map
in the ozone layer
fumes of extinction
between dusk and dawn

each finger tracking
lust locations
im just a tincture
on the tundra
and you

embossed and grinning
brilliant as butterflie
graveyards

7:48 p.m. - 2011-06-24

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