Magyar Poems
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
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Ember: küzdj és bízva bízzál!
Dawn on the boulevard
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Saturday, 1 October 2011
ECT
9,8,7, and as the drugs take hold
two pads clasp your head
and your hand, gently tenses
and lifts upward
the limits, the troubling limits
that man hits
when he sees more than life
but feels less than god.
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