Collect many things
And keep them all close to me
To the ceiling from the floor
I'm tripping on them constantly
Pixelated faces play
On the blown out TV screen
Footage from a camera,
These days I'm fast-forwarding
I see a pattern start to form
Over time it's surfacing
Like a face I recognize
It never says anything
I add up all these moments
In a long narrow ledger
Decimals of pain
Integers of pleasure
The sum of all these parts
I don't know how to measure
They keep on adding up
They just keep on adding up
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
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