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2002-06-27 12:20:56 ET
Heres a poem thingy I wrote, its kinda strange, but here it is :
The crow
It sits outside my window
The crow
It waits for me
Its watchin me
Watching every move
It talks to me in my sleep
It protects me from harm
It makes all the wrong right
It tells me who I am
It tells me who it is
Its a lost soul
Soul is too sad to leave this world
I hear the crow
I awake to morning
It was all just a dream
Not reality
Just a dream
That seemed so real
.....dunno why I wrote it, just started writing...It was about a dream though...atleast I think it was a dream..
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