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The ravens survey The gated community, Scouring for a meal. They swoop low, Caw and crow, Conversing in melody. The repast dead Are safely laid Beneath their carrion beaks; I, in grief Shoo them off Your bronzed memory: Then I pause To recall The flight ahead of me.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
The Flight Ahead of Me
The ravens survey The gated community, Scouring for a meal. They swoop low, Caw and crow, Conversing in melody. The repast dead Are safely laid Beneath their carrion beaks; I, in grief Shoo them off Your bronzed memory: Then I pause To recall The flight ahead of me.
francie-lynch
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
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