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May 2017
So, I just sit here,
waiting for you to defeat
the oblivion

and again, at last,
remember where you left me  
like a forgotten

toy from your childhood,
and like every toy I too
need magic to come

alive again; that
kind of magic from the sweet
little human of

mine, the one who, at
once, placed an incandescent
piece from his soul into me.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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   jza aguilar
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