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Exposure

My old camera Holds old agendas Awaits a new roll Colour film to poll Old-time pleasures wait To develop fate Digital days style Out-of-date new miles Who uses film now When e-films endow The sunset days fly Old horizons die Exposure now tossed Do I sense a loss? Odd camera here Fragment of old spheres Point, aim, click and shoot: Old times softly scoot Leon Enriquez 18 January 2015 Singapore

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