Poem -

Amasser of All Dark Things

I am
a collector
of moments ..
things
that inspire
and those
things that
one craves ..
including
all of those
things
that cry out
to be
kept and be
savoured
and saved ..
oh’ yes
indeed, I am
a collector
of all
dark things ..
deeply
and sublimely
depraved ..
so be sure
I shall find you
where
ere thou shall
scurry
and try to hide ..

 

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Rory McGinlay

Old mate, brother, been a long time since I read the word Ere. Lol. Cheers

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author
Neville

Way too long .. Cheers .. Neville 

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author
Raechel Rae

"things
that cry out

to be

kept and be

savoured

and saved .."  For some reason I can't help but to repeat this line over and over ....LOVE THIS WRITE 🖤

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author
Neville

Many thanks indeed Rachael .. if it gets too heavy or intrusive, don’t be shy, just give us a shout, I’ve got a shed load of effective thought stopping interventions up my sleeve .. Neville 😎🖤👍 

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sparrowsong

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author
Neville

I do quite like the sense of belonging that Cosmo affords .. 

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