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Oct 2018
grey fairy
of ash, and inbetween
whispered its nothings to me
in the dark light of afterdusk
silent and still and ever screaming

on the parapet of city skyline
it perches without heed
the grey fairy of ash and nothing
smiles its grey smile and
beats its grey wings
In a moment between hours there are other things to think about.
Kit Scott
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Kit Scott  16/M/Edinburgh, Scotland
(16/M/Edinburgh, Scotland)   
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