orgami's Diaryland Diary

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dizz's

was the hour polished
wiped of its spit

a sun breaths indirection
and we look anyway

like a sideswipe

catch the box of shit
before it tumbles
free of the chair

the night slipping out
through the curtian
of dark

stars fled
and tears bled

got pockets of torture
like broken ideals
half assed things
that ignite passion
now

stubs to gates
weve forgotten what que

we dont need to remember
the heavier shit
cut into us like tracks
run up and down us

positively shit flicked
like a crap matinee

swing the car over
and through the door open
that whole wide angel
year
come

and never gone

just like that

.......

1:06 p.m. - 2013-07-05

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