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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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