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Apr 2015
It runs at a fast pace
Trying to survive,
But with all the
Pretty distractions
Surviving is way
To hard.
It falls for the evil
And ignores the
Good.
It can't be controlled
As the heart was born
As a wild creature and
it only has one cage that
Can hold it.
Raven
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