Crow Queen part 5: cold

my friends name is crow 

nothing exists when I am with him

we dress in cloaks of black with hoods

and embark on a quest once the sun begins to set again

we walk bare footed along muddy roads covered in wet, orange leaves

it's always fall when I am with him

we collect berries, weeds, flowers, 

and scurry off once out breath is visible in the air

it is warm when I'm with crow

everything is alright when I am with him

the crows are evil

but not my sweet crow.

TheDemiDevil

MD

15 years old

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