orgami's Diaryland Diary

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F I L T E R Z

the scars are new
the ache is old
this wound like rain
always comes with
its haunts
stretched out wide
angled blur edge
mirages that rush
across the glass

Night mares are hungry
with nostrils flared
and furry manes
racing when they bolt

and the train thunders
across the black heart
bridge where the water
is deepest

reaching down to its bottom
like finding truths
in despair most wanton
in loves lost leaving

10:56 p.m. - 2012-09-19

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