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Sep 2016
Under the sour light
of the summer moon, when the
asphalt maze exhales

heatness we come and
ensemble at Teufelsberg
just to pile up the

broken and rusty
pieces of our outcasted
heart, hoping that if

we exchange them like
puzzles of the autumn we
will able to build new ones.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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