the ping-pong flirt | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) byłem małym chłopcem leżącym
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adrian-krystian pacuszka
i was a young boy
laying on a concrete ping-pong table
between the blocks
the cast iron net was piercing my neck
the way your eyes are doing it today
laying on a concrete ping-pong table
between the blocks
the cast iron net was piercing my neck
the way your eyes are doing it today
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