orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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iron land

shattered the rust
bleeding into the crust
the seasons bitter bite
while the black shade
cryptic wings take flight

circling like thoughts
raised like the dead from
the garden bed of dreams
broken torn scarecrows
facedown in the snow

should have known better
then to leave open that
door

now the moon walks
crystalline and cool
her masque beautiful
for all the fools
and siren songs
like a flame flickers
in the mouths of red
sensous wax

9:46 p.m. - 2013-11-24

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