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The Collector
Contributed by
ediii
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Saturday, 16th August 2008 @ 12:56:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The face of finest porcelaine with eyes
still wide, clean a little
blurred hair serpenting down in wine
red wedding
rings to marry her shoulderblades.
Innocence takes many forms, tequilla
takes them all including
morals that night I
took her childish hand and
lead her through our Apple Grove.
With the aftertaste she asked for her name.
"Let me call you Rosie"- I smiled as I
left with another virginity
in my nameless case
of lies.
Copyright ©
ediii
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2008-08-16 00:56:48]
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Re: The Collector
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by wizard on
Saturday, 16th August 2008 @ 01:08:54 AM AEST
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hmmm, nicely done, this certainly rings of some wrong doing, but it seems very vague... nice job
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