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Sep 2017
In the chamber of the song,
your voice set the silence afire.
So, let me be there,
sealed by your lips of the blaze
beneath the core of the flames,
standing in the mist
of the sweet breath of yours;
let me be your song.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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