orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Rose Random Radiation

terse our trestle
shaken in the pass
of all our fury faster traffic

lay in a room
the years like echoes
cheap hallways
remembered

Ive forgotten their flavor
for my fools tunics

dont go out you said dressed
like this for the weather...

immaculate weather
it shall be the death
of me

like your storm of cancer
stripping you down like
a wreck

and a helpless wretch
I slip away
tortured as you withered
bright

the strong rearing dragon
so full of might

1:09 a.m. - 2012-10-15

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