"We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions,
We are being sodomized by repetitions.
Oceans calcified, eagles gratified,
I won't be crucified nor terrified, I'm not terrified.
Before we say goodbye, no need to falsify
The beauty of a moth turned butterfly, butterfly."
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tęskniłam za analogami. tak bardzo tęskniłam.
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i missed taking analog photos. i missed it so much.
