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Jan 2017
As you became out
of control, out of touch,
out of sight, out of

your own depth at last
I learned that altering
for hinky pathways

will impede me from
knowing a higher self; a
journey toward the within.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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