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Dec 2017
Aye
I've seen the stones;
the sphinx's heart,
the tears of the sand,
the touch of the wind,
the taste of the silence,
the plenty of the vastness
- all, though, existed
without rhyme or reason
for as the shimmering firmament itself,
you towered over me.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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     ---, Skye Marshmallow and Jamal Abboud
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