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Dec 2021
From within
the confines
of his
solitary
dwelling,
the Raven
gazes outward
through
barred
windows.
The sky is
but
a
distant
memory
now;
the warden
has him
under lock
and key.
His
wings
have long
since atrophied,
he misses
the sand,
the wind,
the cerulean sea.
Havran
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Havran
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