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Raven Blue Dec 2020
Crying red rose;
Life's written in prose;
Everything is in chaos;
Throes of dreams that shows.
if man
in her
throes as
her speed
shrew the
grass afield
the meadow
next a
brook so
despair is
lust died
in the
back yard
and wholly
by their
nativity will
fine wine

— The End —