Raven

Sun, 01/12/2014 - 00:58 -- A.C.Mac

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It flew through my open door

screeching no more, no more.

That big black bird of yore.

 

Bringing with it its despair

its regret fogging up the air.

Screaming no more, no more.

 

It flew through my open door

and I hoped to feel no more.

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