orgami's Diaryland Diary

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never fitting in.....

the more i like me the more i dont need you.....followed you down and beyond the realm of where i began....where you lost ends.....picking up with the monkeys and the clowns that spun their heads and clapped their cymbals to your delight....i had thoughts of something glimmering in the light....but its alright baby...was a play on shadows..just a trick..an illusion..

the hunger of the new....so of the old...my interest has grown stale and cold....hot gun fire of spring crackling neath the ice of the blossoms in the cold sheen of short duration days...

strutting stars and late nite bars...the hot honey coffee shops of wireless internet and full window watching...a cavalcade beyond the smoke and mirrors..dirty dogshit springs and dampness......

emerge mirage magic...

dispell the myths and become mythos
or i can wait....the haunted ruin
of your eyes will blaze like a moon
beyond the ridge of burgundy and violet..

1:30 a.m. - 2014-01-24

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