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Warsaw, Poland

Salova-lova

strangers in the fight, exchanging punches, brawling in the fight what were the chances we’d be still alive before the night was through something in your eyes was so igniting something in your smile was so insulting something in my heart told me I must kill you strangers in the fight, two struggling people we were strangers in the fight up to the moment when we said our first ’hell no’ little did we know Hate was just a glance away and - ever since that night we’ve been disabled cripples after fight, wheel chairs are enabled It turned out that fight leaves the strangers in a blight