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Dec 2021
Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturneΒ Β 
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.

~
Havran
Written by
Havran
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