Black crow she was
A black crow she was.. Lurking in the darkness of their souls.. Taking advantage of her flows.. Erasing the last hope of light that glows.. In her pitch black world.. A black crow she was.. Crawling in her body's cemetery.. Misused and mistreated by many.. Looking around at everyone wary.. A scenery forever dreary.. A black crow she was.. Tired of all the hurting.. Disappointed by all the praying.. Afflicted by no one helping.. Her life she decided ending.. A black crow she was.. Wings spread with pride.. Youth broken before its prime.. Black skin bleeding for the last time.. Red the only color in sight.. A black crow.. She was...
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Chantel Antle Antle
thank you
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