My Lover is a Crow
You may be dressed in a most elegant shade,
But I know it is merely a facade
because I behold intelligence in your eyes.
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I am just me, whatever you assume that to be. I was grown out of the Cascade mountains, nurtured with the salty Pacific air. I am a student, a sister, a photographer, and a human being. I am a crow-- a watcher of people and a listener to the wind. I am whatever you percieve meto be.
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