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The Raven Little bird that sits on my windowsill those yellow eyes piercing my soul. Black feathers disguised into the night. I see you before I sleep, able to tell my secrets to since you cannot speak except for a caw that escapes your beak. Little bird, my best friend your short life will never end. For I am with you now and forever so stay by my windowsill
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
I don't want to give it the title I did back in 2010 but I have no choice..
The Raven Little bird that sits on my windowsill those yellow eyes piercing my soul. Black feathers disguised into the night. I see you before I sleep, able to tell my secrets to since you cannot speak except for a caw that escapes your beak. Little bird, my best friend your short life will never end. For I am with you now and forever so stay by my windowsill
Another old poem I found. Written between March 10-15th, 2010.
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24/F/Ohio
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
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