The Collector Poem by soren Barrett
The Collector
He collected things, a short piece of string, a warped washer too big for the rusted bolt and striped nut.
A small glittering woman doll of plastic, smudged and worn held by an elastic to a hollow broken man
He kept everything in a single old cigar box, even in his relationships he had no care or discrimination
He held on to all things worthless
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