the death crow

the death crow

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as I looked up and saw the black sky as usual ,in my home the cemetery. I stood up from my damp wood bed in my washers house. whenever a person dies and and his family and friends want to wash him up they come straight to my cemetery house. there I have to crouch underneath my wooden bed or sometimes even deep inside my old trunk. people always thought my trunk was a grave and never opened because no one came to carry it.
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AGONY

The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.

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