orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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all and nothing..............

strange attire
your whitewashed smile

i can smell the smoulder
the heat still flushed
on your skin

watching them
i have no voice
anymore

the anger flashing
arising from dreams
in character
the radio full of its unknown
songs i can never remember

the streets familar
but i remember
the corners
the numbers

pulling on my shoes
the television
the kitchen lights

close
closer
further
farthest

falling like sixes
to the full twelve

i gave up my hand
never tending the door
but you watch me arrive
hopeful

but the love is sand
the mirages where i lived
where i waited
where i dreamed
in lah lah land
set aside
for the
bow

live in the
now

2:41 a.m. - 2014-09-02

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