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Crow snatches words I wrote,
Once upon a time,
Underneath this weeping tree.
Took them both and spoke,
With such coarse serenity,
A cacophony of discordancy.
Expletives, deleted,
Here rests a gun instead,
Tried to fire a silver bullet.
The target was my brain,
And it hit this beating heart,
That yearns to be remembered for lexical art.
Crow flees from the silent echo,
Loose lips might sink ships,
An unspoken word moves mountains,
This is enough of a shield for me.
Crow weeps, once upon a time,
Underneath the smiling tree.