Published today : From the Desert Sands She Rose
The cold winds follow her footsteps into the night,
Goosebumps fester when once her touch was of silk,
The hair on the nape of her neck consistently stands on end,
Knowing that society will take advantage, revenge they’ll milk.
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https://medium.com/the-lark/from-the-desert-sands-she-rose-6c24d12cec7d
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