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.
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