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J. Herbin - Terre de Feu
I saw a beautiful woman on the bus today
With tights the colour of this ink [terre de feu]
They were unique.
The tights.
I wanted to say something.
How do you tell a stranger they are wearing tights the same colour of a favourite ink?
I said nothing.
The bus stopped and passengers were required to leave.
Off to go about our days
One with a pen
and one with tights the colour of ink.
With tights the colour of this ink [terre de feu]
They were unique.
The tights.
I wanted to say something.
How do you tell a stranger they are wearing tights the same colour of a favourite ink?
I said nothing.
The bus stopped and passengers were required to leave.
Off to go about our days
One with a pen
and one with tights the colour of ink.
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