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The Birth of the Raven

Molly Morgan

She screams behind him and hurries down to the pool

A small black raven comes out of the nest

The thick, sweet blood covers his chest

Fear bends her lips towards her hips

 

He walks down the street in his pants

He sighs as the black umbrellas slip

They breathe during the bird's rapid flight

He screams when a black bird growls

 

Then this winged beast terrified me

The little crow scared himself

But now a little female genie has been born

The child of demons and the wings of sin

 

The child is slipping

Too much blockage protects against panic

But immediately the first breath

Pieces to reveal the ribbon

They ruin the birth of blood on the crow's wings

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