The Collector
Take me there,
walk it upstairs,
do it anyways,
ignore the plains,
you've been there before-
within a walk or a gaze,
it's sin to return these ways,
so heed the fault,
build and then praise.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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