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Jun 2013
I sit in the early morning
enjoying the dim light.
I see the birds gathering,
ravens black as night.
They are not afraid of me,
a ghost they cannot see.
Though I wish I could stay,
as ravens fly, I fade away.
Written by
Dream Caster
497
   Rae
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