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Fly away, black raven

With every word I free, I tear pieces of my soul from your double fisted grip that in turns caressed me and acquainted me with bitter loss. You, who stood silhouetted against everything I wantonly desired. Dark, Machiavellian symphony with lilting melodies of aching tenderness. With blood red lips I whisper desperate prayers.

Fly away, black raven

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