orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Seven daze

the sun borne and dies
the night cries
and the hoarse pull of
deisels in the night
suffice the dream silences
of quiet slumber

ere I go
lonliness and fraught
moments
how you are etched on me
impervious as a limp
your scar a tender touch
the collision distant
and burning like a wreck

1:20 a.m. - 2012-03-30

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