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  • 'Crow'

    Carry, carry, carry-on Crows black gloss against the sky. Gleaming pinions rustling sleek dark forms hustling through the bitter winter air. Carry, carry, carry-on Crows perching upon a branch. The ...

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They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.
— Kurt Cobain