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The Collector January 6, 2010

Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized.
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At first a mere hobby
Your collection of souls
no thought in your method
just dolls with their roles

But their pain became pleasure
for your cold, wicked heart
til scarcely a feeling
you felt on their part

You held the souls tight
Til all hope was lost
you berate and abuse
no matter the cost

Your greed left no room
for warmth or compassion
And it became about numbers
not quality or fashion

And yet you’re surprised
when one day, they left
You took all they had
the worst kind of theft



1. aloveyastyle - January 25, 2010

Wow ! I really like this! I think the title suits it perfectly!

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