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Oct 2016
In this downpour of
nil a blinding fog descended
and a venomous,

absinthe-mindedness wrapped all
over me, thus all of my
senses were out of order.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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