orgami's Diaryland Diary

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THREE OF US

we ate dinner
working the hard angles of ideals
someone cooked the dinner
someone prepared this
and the other prepared that
We all sat together like
a family
like a family should
and we were placid and meaningful
not lost in complications
Not wanton for the upset
the jagged whitecap talk

eight years for that one perfect
day

how I want to go and lose myself
now
forget the past
but it wont happen

the ghosts are hungry
the ruins are forever
changing

And how I miss you
wish you were here
but there is nothing
but the great autonomy of sunshine
and then the evening stars
emerging from the bruise of
dusk

the horror
the horror

12:55 p.m. - 2011-09-10

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