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To live
I feel I need to escape life sometimes.
Get caught on some
black and white, grainy film,
as I am driving into the unknown,
listening to records.
Sitting in pubs,
drinking whisky,
hanging around with
Lee Marvin’s sons.
Taking pictures of elusive moments.
Writing, acting, laughing, inhaling.
Living.
Like a bad seed.
The life I would never have.
On someone’s dusted Super 8
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Danka Sikorska
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