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I am the boy named crow. I am the boy named crow and maybe someday we will meet... forever in the shadows yet always in sight. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I want you to come flying with me. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I have something to share. I am the boy named crow and I'll believe in anything if you'll believe in anything...

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

The burning depths



A swarm of broken beaks held aloft
by tattered wings asail me in my sleep
and when I wake I find fresh scars
from where talons tore and
clawed
my
flesh
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  1. Anonymous20 October 2009 at 02:10

    This morning I woke up with skin untouched
    Tonigh I'll go to sleep on beds of thorns
    My back swollen with scars of broken skies
    Cold night forever printed on my eyes.

    Dream,

    Lady C.

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  2. Sab2 November 2009 at 12:07

    you've got a blog tag waiting for you!

    http://theinkyfingerfiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/tag-confusion.html

    xoxo
    Sanchez

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