Collector

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I watch as you sleep,
think your safe?
I'm right above you,
inches from your face..
I hear you breathe,
in and out..
I move in slowly,
to collect what's mine..
Nowhere to go,
nowhere to hide..
You start to gasp,
I still persist..
I draw you out,
till there's nothing left..
Your wife is sleeping,
not realizing your gone..
Soon,
very soon..
I'll be here,
collecting another one..

- C. Pantoja

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