Heart Of Hallow - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Black your heart-
your heart is hallow-
a cave for me to fly into-
where I sleep tomorrow.
Black crows sitting on your statue,
binding, wasting time-
as long as they're happy there-
it's no problem (watching them) of mine.
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