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I Caught My Breath Then Let it Go
Underworld Collections kept
Near corners of cabinets,
I see the marionette
Plotting with fabric cut to fashion
The Soldiers who promenade death,
Were patiently waiting for
Cable to tie the knot,
Who loves me?
Who loves me not?
What I am now
Is the collection of thought,
Safely on a sofa cushion I scream
At the ceiling's eyes wide open,
To catch my breath
I breath passion,
Crossing my legs
I rest my hand on the box lock
Of my crossroads
And smile for hours,
The Dolls are scarcely ever scared
But just this once
I had a sixth sense that Barbie
Slit her wrists
so now with slashed plastic
She laughed orgasmic
Mimicking my own philosophy,
How Willingly the lush's eye lashes
Stumble around the room
To connect with the cashier's
Tragic stature,
He mumbles numbers
And she stammers through chipped teeth,
What a waste,
The taste of loss
The crosses hung on necks
Warding off the lost lights
Of others souls
Barbie Dolls
They came out in the fifties. U took me back - . ~allets~