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Sep 2019
he twirls his beak through my hair
and threatens to ****
he hovers over me and the others
his thoughts he does instill

when my own mind is polluted
with feather, bone, and blood,

i know he has infected me.

this is my crow,
and he awaits.
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em  20/Non-binary/California
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