If I could be a bird I'd want to be a crow, with my midnight black feathers and I'm always alone.
no one would bother me for the fair I'm impure, they all say that their evil but of that, I'm not sure.
Because of their loneliness to them i'm allure, for the situation I think makes them securing.
Due to these things I'd want to be a crow the so called evil, of this god forsaking world.
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ПоэзияA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
