"The beauty of a moth turned butterfly, butterfly."

"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.