Questions

I see the crows

You can ask me

The pain in my stomach

It was the ingredients 

That crow island

I painted with a brush

Rainbow colours 

You can ask me

The fog in my head

Comes from the one pot meal

You know, the ingredients 

You may ask me

Or?
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