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The Collector POEMShe collects men.The Collector POEM
One by one, she casts her nets,
ensnaring prey with her promises
and forever-eyes.
Whether it's a conscious assault of flirtatious innuendo
or a matter of drunken opportunity,
her nets are always at the ready.
Poised.
Each catch she brings in is filled with hope and desire.
He will dishonestly profess the love that disgusts her, again… They look at her
with watery eyes, idolising this woman.
They think they know her. She will reveal nothing to them.
It is their naiveté
by ~miss-mortuum
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