On my own terms

On my own terms

Weeks on end

Hour after hour

My heart broke at the life

That was laid down before me

Pile after pile

Stuff collected throughout the years

Untamed by the years

It lives within me

The collection

The desire

To have and to hold

But under control

In moments it may take hold

The need to gather

But under control

As to never consume my space

As it consumed his own

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