I wrote this Gollum./Smeagol poem a while ago, here it is if anyone wants to read it.
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fish jumps
pulling on pole
goes into water
Deagol follows
glint of gold
mud in hand
SHINY
TEMPTING
MY PRECIOUS
give it, my love
you know I wants it
says no, no you can't
confusion
sky
ground
gasping for breath
tables are turned
my friend is no more
MY PRECIOUS
my love
cursed us
it cursed us
precious
no taste of food
no water
no sun
light is no more
dark dark cave
no track of time
my preciousssssss.
What's that?
My precious?
Pocketsssssss
What has it got?
Riddles, precious, it speaks in riddles
Bagginses, we hates it
BAGGINS!
Precious?
My love?
My precious?
NOOOOOOO!
It's gone!
The precious is GONE!
gone now. . . . . . .