He collects a strange assortment of things
things no one else can see
they sparkle, glow, and live with glee
soaring upon wobbly wings
They traverse all sorts of pathways,
the wise know to avoid
creating untold entrees,
waiting to be employed
They start as simple things,
a touch or smile maybe
they flow upon glowing wings
creating moments of ecstasy
but soon enough, you’re in the rough
wishing for memory
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