begging the crows

begging the crows.
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lowly down the
spheres we tread.
where crows imitate
pretty birds
who mock,

all things
living,
and
Halfway dead!!!

(and especially
the clock.)

ive met myself
1,000 times.

you've met
yourself countless
more.

more than any
words or rhymes
could hope to
in
those lives explore!!

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you picked me
 thorns and i smiled for
you.

but..

we  knew that both were
lies.

the moment was
a
Turn Of The Screw!

(which sealed the
door to paradise.)

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vagabonds we are
now,

(or
merchants of another
fools sin.)

with dead eyes
and
bloody brows

which
beg the crows...!!!

(to let us in.)

j.stephen.h.