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| Seven Crows by Merlyn-Gabriel |
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.
I am
the frenzied heartbeat
the whispered gossip you can almost hear
the gibbering beggar on your corner
I am
the madman in your basement
the lady with vulgarly smeared lipstick
the lunatic in your attic
I am
the eleventh toe
the devil in the details
the feather in your pillow that pokes your dreams
I am
the frayed wire
the kink in the system
the unaverted catastrophe
I am
the sinkhole of irrationality into which you slide
bit by bit
180 degrees from okay.
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