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Jul 2017
Your memory is
like an expired polaroid
film - I still keep it

as though it would be
the most precious treasure of
mine, yet I am

aware of the truth:
till I walk this earth I will
never take a look at it.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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   Coraline Hatter
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