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I shall not ask
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shall never ask:
what of your wings,
my dearest ravens, did you just leave
them on the moon I hide behind my ribs
why, now unseen, you took away
into your claws my bleeding dreams
shall only gaze afar toward you,
god
in trust
of what\'s left of my bleeding heart
I shall await for your command
they\'ll throw their stones,
of that I have no doubt
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