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Feb 2017
My neon-hearted one,
vibrating throbs shining through
the soul-soaked night. It

is an endless ride
on this forlorn, pebble-skinned
autobahn; I still

can feel you out there.
Your heartstrings are like distant,
radio waves; such

beautiful white noise
attached to the senses of
mine anchoring me

into a godspeed
velocity just to safe
and sound; here and now reach you.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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   kim and Dmytro from Trotskiev
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