This is what it’s like:
the raven
blacker than the night
caws to the hills of white
that melt to grass
punches of green
bruise my heart
a sunshiney sort of wound
where the dew pours
out of caterpillar capillaries
may day or mayday or m’aidez
who will answer if not
the raven
blacker than the night?
Beautiful. I really like it.
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