Thursday, January 22, 2015

You're still nothing but a Crow

Fly away my little crow
Blackest wings and beady eyes you ever did see
Fly away my dove-like crow
pointed beak picking at my soul
Fly away my sing-song crow
Keen claws digging deep into my flesh
Fly away my evocative crow
Fly away into the night for I wish not to see anymore of your disguise. 

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