aosid's Diaryland Diary

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i stumble
dazed
through
a forest
i grasp at
every leaf
read barkskin
seeking
woodwords
lovely wisps
of thought
maybe
maybe
please
they are
maps
i can
follow the
whispers
of wind
in branches
they will
lead me
back to
myself
who i
miss
so dearly
to you
who i
miss
urgently

sweet nymph
dance further
just out
of armspan
please
flee
but
not so far
i can't
follow
vital
snap
of
branches
is the
vital
snap
of blood
through
vessels
each
space
between
a piece
of death

when

i

stop

i'm

gone.

10:00 a.m. - 2011-03-03

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