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Sep 2016
Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this

flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.

Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me

exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time

of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
393
   Phillip Knight
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