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Amanda Mar 2017
The nights breeze flows through my window.
It kissess my skin as i lay upon my bed.
My thoughts recollect to the night of being blessed with Anam cara, a night mirroring this one.
I yearn for another night like that.
More so a life like that, for having an Anam cara is to be home.
And i so long to be home.

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