Ravens watch the sunrise
As it leaks out over the trees
Paying respects at a grave
Is a lost kid on their knees
It is early here this morn
And the day begins it seems
But the darkness that is ravens
Watch the sunrise as it bleeds
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
