orgami's Diaryland Diary

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blizzsticks

it was the heat of august keeping me awake my soul basking in its liquid atmosphere..the whine of echoes on those with their electric airs...the night was frothed and bathed in its sweet sweat...born again in the hazy morning golden sheen.....

indeed everything becomes a ravishment blunt in its treasured excess
shorn of an afternoons grace
to become the deep impressionists dream
the torrid heat
the passions scheme....

2:05 a.m. - 2014-08-11

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