orgami's Diaryland Diary

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no REFRACTION to every ACTION

sorrow leans her bright hope
the lily etch
livid pressed like lips

and she adjusts her hips
hoping for the miss

buses scroll down the dialogue
leading
crawling their deisel rants

hocus pocus and the bewilderment
is alive and well
casting its spell
from the hidden
sleeping well
where stars captured
cry and dwell

10:15 p.m. - 2012-04-16

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