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As the Crows Gathered By: Adam M. Snow
Surrounded by bodies of murder the flocking and squawk arose. Score of many rows on girder feast of death drew the crows. One to carry souls of many;
A Dreaming Bird in Caged By: Adam M. Snow
My eyes be blind to thee, My heart cold like a December morn. Could condescension be, A merit of a scorn? My ethereal pain scourge my heart,
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