My Raven. My Raven will sit, Perched proudly attop the clouds of my thoughts, Casting a heavy shadow over me. My Raven will squawk, It's screaming sound drowning out the words Of the few who still care for me. My Raven will bite, Beak...
– by Isabel Tannant
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