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Blank Space
My head hangs low like a scorpion dwelling in the sandiest of dunes.
Black skies float towards dawn with outstretched wings;
failing to break the silence.
Black skies float towards dawn with outstretched wings;
failing to break the silence.
Published 14th Nov 2015
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