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Shapes of Life

Was not something I wanted,
There is more to life,
Than simple shapes; redundant.

I longed to shape paths,
A long path worth walking on,
Where I can return
And see the long trek I made.

We learn every day,
Sometimes more than other days,
An experience
That forms a distinct new shape.

Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.

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