The Many-Faced God.
I love you, sometimes,
but you change faces
in even lesser time
than my heart takes to break.
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I can't seem to get started on my book. All I do is try weird recipes and play Stardew Valley. I know, I'm lame and I need help.
YOU ARE READING
My Beloved Raven,
PoetryRavens smell weakness; they wait for you to die, so that they can feed on you. This one's for my raven, who I sometimes love and sometimes hate. You make me feel so many things. You make me human.
