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Frigid skies veil a crow’s solitary caw
Mute, calloused struggle of abandonment
Mangled thicket and cragged-scab bark
Sloughs camouflage pain’s muddy reflection
Ravens icy barbed shrill, curtly muffled
Smothered beneath blunt blackened waters
Where quagmire of consequence is its equal
Suffering a sole, lonesome cry
by:
Tim Labbe
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