orgami's Diaryland Diary

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fucking with the stereo

computers are full of ghosts
private eyes catching the peepshow
of thoughts/

here I am
not standing in line
for a fresh cup
my coin tossed
my shoulders dusted
with snow
and water falling
from the eaves

the warmth of rains
cupping puddles
scattering reflection

its a nevermind kind of
time

like orphans of lost dreams
at the lights edge
all full of shadows and
sullen promise

...

8:41 p.m. - 2012-03-08

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