Raven

Raven Black beaten into youby the blacksmitheverything taste of anvilhacking up snake skinsthe bark of the sunechoes through the grass pure chimneysolder trickling into sky how the stars peekover the rim of the wellcome to see the caged curled round quivering embersthe wind worrieslifts and examinesthe stained bandages of your songthe liningtorn from your throat

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