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  1. THE COLLECTOR

    When you talk
    The air becomes filled with butterflies
    And while you talk
    …………………….Surreptitiously
    I catch them in my hands
    And put them gently in my pocket
    And when I leave you
    I go home
    Take them gently from my pocket
    And arrange them
    …………………….Like this
    On a piece of paper
    So that when you find out what I am doing
    And no longer let them loose when I am there
    I can come home
    …………………….And remember …

    – Ben Naga (https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/the-collector-2/)

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