the secrets of crowsNINE IS A SECRET THE CROWS KEEP TO THEMSELVES A SECRET OF DEATH AND DYING THEY ARE THE HARBINGERS OF SOULS THE SCAVENGERS OF THE SPIRIT OFFERING SAFE PASSAGE ACROSS THE RIVER LEAVING BEHIND ONLY THIS WORLD'S SHELLthe secrets of crows
blackI awaken with a sense of dread a cold feeling that I cannot shake a darkening of my consciousness an inky black cloud smothersblack
the crayoned world of my dream slowly crawling across the sky, blacker than night snuffing out the yellow sun that occupies the corner of a page in my mind swallowing the red house, green grass and purple flowers, even the brown dog everything now is black
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