Crow
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One night,
when I was well
asleep,
a crow
did walk across
my cheek.
There,
in the morning
I did see
it's footprints
staring back
at me,
like lifeless twigs
on Winters tree,
that's old
and twisted,
tired and weak,
like twigs
that lay upon
my cheek.
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