Crows aren't dancing anymore
they fly in opposite directions; one to hut the other, one because it hurts
Crow tastes bad
I've eaten it too many times
Rather than stand around
waiting
to be put on the front page
I'll fly away
Crow tastes bad love
Real bad
Feathers, beaks, rancid bony bastards
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2 comments:
I had no idea i already posted this
after 8 years of the best relationship in my life he broke my heart and I flew- almost 1,000 miles away, within 30 days of the word
I now live in Maine:)
Holy Shit, Stay - very sorry to hear this. Take care of yrself in Maine. I hope all is well otherwise.
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