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Dec 2017
Already accepted that he is the one of his kind;
he is never going to happen again, though,
he has shed and shared too much blood
for keeping himself alive -
always on the still
I am the cosmonaut of his existence;
the explorer of his oneness
for he is the macrocosm of my blooming.
Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
(Budapest)   
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     --- and J Klein and Sons Pen Parish
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