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BLACK CROW

The tortured soul of a black crow,
a melancholy of pleasures untold
of this black crow.
He watches you while your sleeping
beady eyes blinking
his breath as cold as ashes
as he breathes your soul
and watches you take your last breath.
This makes the black crow
immortal,
set apart from others.
So I say to you
watch out its Halloween ,
the black crow is watching.
Written by windsong13
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