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The Collector II
Contributed by
ediii
on
Monday, 18th August 2008 @ 06:52:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Every night when you got drunk
my love would grow and
lines get lost with
Every girl I watched you kiss.
***
You were to be dead
on my list your wide eyes
I wanted to collect you like
the others that night we dined with
Wolf we raped each other with word and
trust and the rum the captain
kept pouring added to
the fire we never lacked imploded
as you collected me and
I lay there at your feet, dead
on Your list.
Copyright ©
ediii
... [
2008-08-18 18:52:26] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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