One
- Paula H.
- 29 ene 2016
- 1 Min. de lectura
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One take.
One single perfect take.
That's all the world asks for.
Two lines, paralels.
Ponting down, straight.
Infinite.
(Those describe a path)
And the path is grey,
concrete.
No yellow bricks way for me.
To fit or not to fit,
that's the matter.
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