He likes factories. He likes communism. He likes poetry. He writes poetry. He likes me.
I like factories (but airplaines too). I like communism (but monarchy too). I like poetry (but prose, too). I don't write poetry, I write blogs. I like him.
Note: there were too many abandoned factory random pics I found, I'm posting just a few.
Good night!
Good night!
S.
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