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I saw a ****** of Crows, ripping off the shining gold of a person. It has no guilt, only the shameless beak chants and denounces its preys. Its lense captures no innocence, doesn't care about the actual right and wrong. Revelation only matters its joy. It never uses a weapon, but it does stab a person on the back silently leaving no trace. So, if you see a ****** of crows, Run away before it takes away your Everything
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
****** of Crows
I saw a ****** of Crows, ripping off the shining gold of a person. It has no guilt, only the shameless beak chants and denounces its preys. Its lense captures no innocence, doesn't care about the actual right and wrong. Revelation only matters its joy. It never uses a weapon, but it does stab a person on the back silently leaving no trace. So, if you see a ****** of crows, Run away before it takes away your Everything
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
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