orgami's Diaryland Diary

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dont want of thee

'porposed the sun that glowered'

baby
stun me with the wicked run
and lick the locks
fresh sought with knots

we bind hours in our minute days
our times of rust

tear stained and turning dark
the edge of day
kissed fresh fragrance like dying flowers

make me darling
let me break
within your stars
that drip like flames
scorching scars
where love has lain...

2:03 a.m. - 2012-04-02

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