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Shiftless, sifting the air, Plunging gyrations, Crow speak Hackle, hacking; Speckles the sky. Saw the air whittle to smoke, Black mar in the weir of wings And mankind muddled in the wraith, Slowly streams a bread trail Forth and back; Black bleeding. I see your claw tracks, Dark-digging-sparkle Plain in the muck, Needles threading, A trail of stars.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
The Crows
Shiftless, sifting the air, Plunging gyrations, Crow speak Hackle, hacking; Speckles the sky. Saw the air whittle to smoke, Black mar in the weir of wings And mankind muddled in the wraith, Slowly streams a bread trail Forth and back; Black bleeding. I see your claw tracks, Dark-digging-sparkle Plain in the muck, Needles threading, A trail of stars.
ormond
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
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