orgami's Diaryland Diary

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boredom

are there stars
behind all the above
like scripts
flowing
in the sleep
mode
a cacophony of
holiday music
a collision
in atmospheres
like a dream
barrage
in the hall

a nickel or two
in the piggy bank
and no coffee

the last cigarettes
blowing about
in the tin outside
and the dogs chain
frozen in
for the moment
until the sun
rises and
throws its fingers
into the soil

we are trapped
in our realms
lost in the maze
while winter
waits
pouncing
in its claws
deep...

6:42 p.m. - 2014-11-12

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