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Jan 2017
A Crow theived him of his blood
And in return he haunted her,
her ghost

And when madness and contempt
Became stained by passion and pale flesh
He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs
will be their d o w n f a l l

[But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
Vida Crow
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