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Raven's Dream
Through the sky's sharp edge
A mystery springs,
As birds aim their preys.
Misty tombs of rock,
Spilling grief like wine.
Exit from time,
A lapse of blow.
A trip to find
The Limbo's Island.
None left,
Just her guarding
Last bliss points.
With guns
Of lust
Empty.
valeria iliadou - Among The Dead
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