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The Black Bird

By jacechadwick101, Brigham City, UT

The black bird
As I look out the window
It sits on it’s perch
Then it flies away slowly
As if it’s in starch
The black bird
I can feel all its power
I can feel its entire wrath
I can now remember the nightmares
Called my past
The black bird
As I fly away quickly from reopening my scars
I have now entered the world
Of stars
the black bird
So dazed by their light
And distracted by their glory
I’m now surrounded by my own emotional story

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