One by one they’re placed carefully upon the shelf. Figurines of desire that grew into hate Demented little archive- A pure collection of hand-carved, painted statues Witnesses who never die. All but one remains The next unrequited love faithfully waits for a time to claim this marked space. As the last piece is crafted, many others will pursue- A thrill gotten from the race, every night and day for the final rendezvous. More than these will fall Shattered remnants spread around. Pieces of prized possessions are these little dolls. Acquired fetish objects but these parts should not be owned. Empty home of ghosts a secret lair of madness where figurines once were bone.
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