Naoimh Spence (26/10/1990 / Northern Ireland)
After so many long lonely months,
My dear friends were returned to me.
My solace, my companions,
My dearest stars in my night sky...
The desert sands,
The airy oceans,
The ghost in the cornfields,
The scarred and beautifully hideous shadows.
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