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She collects shiny objects And lurks in the dark Flightless and alone She stares at her collection Wondering which one is her most prized possession Crying out into the night Cold and desperate She decides to examine each object more closely And let them examine her skin In order to determine her favourite.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
The crow
She collects shiny objects And lurks in the dark Flightless and alone She stares at her collection Wondering which one is her most prized possession Crying out into the night Cold and desperate She decides to examine each object more closely And let them examine her skin In order to determine her favourite.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
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