A crow
Is nesting in my chest
It is calling to me
Every morning
Rising with its mighty black wings
Spreading softly across my heart
At dusk
It gathers the remnants of my day
Strands of hair
Dry leaves
Dustballs and flakes of skin
Unfinished thoughts
And forgotten memories
To build its nest
A bed for my sorrow and my joy
To sleep side by side
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