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Shiftless, sifting the air,  Plunging gyrations,  Crow speak Hackle, hacking;  Speckles the sky. Saw the air whittle to smoke, Black mar in the weir of wings And mankind muddled in the wraith,  Slowly streams a bread trail Forth and back; Black bleeding. I see your claw tracks,  Dark-digging-sparkle  Plain in the muck,  Needles threading, A trail of stars.
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
The Crows
Shiftless, sifting the air,  Plunging gyrations,  Crow speak Hackle, hacking;  Speckles the sky. Saw the air whittle to smoke, Black mar in the weir of wings And mankind muddled in the wraith,  Slowly streams a bread trail Forth and back; Black bleeding. I see your claw tracks,  Dark-digging-sparkle  Plain in the muck,  Needles threading, A trail of stars.
ormond
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
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