Jan 2019
Above me is the sky and the white silk clouds,
Looking so tantalising and angelic.
And below me is the cold, hard ground.
Filled with skeletons and rotten memories.
Where would I rather be..
Looking so tantalising and angelic.
And below me is the cold, hard ground.
Filled with skeletons and rotten memories.
Where would I rather be..
(18/F/Ireland)
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