Matthew English (4/2/1995 / Kent; The Garden of England)
One universe, one planet, on country we share.
One language we speak between our nation, we share.
Its absurd, how in one nation we live so far apart- two worlds.
I speak one, you speak the other- split in two.
Your voice from your other world,
exotic to mein ear, beautiful.
We live two worlds apart, but in one state.
Yet, your voice speaks love for what our eyes and hands cannot, behold.
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