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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1223228
a chilling poem about lost love and unsure birth
The wind blows, a widow cries
a flower wilts, a loved one dies.
Soft skin pricked by a thorn,
Blood runs down to the unborn.
the wind doest howel,
the wolf doest growel,
the earth trembles with fright.
A crow that calls
a leaf that falls,
Darkness now blots out the light.
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