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inside the raven (Other) by PsydewaysTears The raven sings
of wicked things
of killer claws and blackened wings
but I know where the raven cries
because the light inside his eyes
reflected me
reflected me
reflected bluebird blue-filled skies
where secrets graze in compromise
so many things
the raven sings
he sings, he sings, he sings, he lies.
Up the ladder:
The Curlew's Cry (Yr alwad y Gylfinir)
Down the ladder:
Exquisite butterflies
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Posted: October 14, 2007 11:51 AM PDT; Last modified: October 14, 2007 11:51 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1788044 Overall Rank: 4942 Comments:
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Skamper @ 58.171.56.222
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14-Oct-07/7:53 PM
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nice work - lurking evil in a gently lulling tune... always the trap. :)
don't he though
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