orgami's Diaryland Diary

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reach................

worn out shoe
my night shoulder
ache

fleck mirror
pallid lenient

lie some

the gloss sheen
of this light
fills the temptuos
pallor well

you have found the flaccid
wreckage of my soul
no longer tempered by the
reach of Love Caste Haste

and yet
I loved it
within our waste
the sorry times
of tear stained
phones

while the white horse
rode
coal shot dreams

the faded scene

Im hungry for your
art in picking locks
and stalling clocks

(she has forgotten
all of me ..and I
not yet..)

12:26 a.m. - 2012-12-28

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