For years, I truly thought that love
Was my internal axis:
I fell in love most constantly
It was a kind of praxis
But looking back at what I’ve done
I haven’t been correct:
I seemed to rarely love, but rather
Wanted to
Collect
For years, I truly thought that love
Was my internal axis:
I fell in love most constantly
It was a kind of praxis
But looking back at what I’ve done
I haven’t been correct:
I seemed to rarely love, but rather
Wanted to
Collect