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raven

i only stalk prey
in the center of night
where all that's pulled in
was outcast from the light
and the rejected matter
just builds and expands
as the sun sinks down
and i glow blue again

surrounding all i had
is a vision of what i've left
because a life lived within's
filled me with regret
and has pushed me to the center of night

my minutes get weaker
with every rotation
and my mind washes over
with vague contemplation
of knowing too soon
that the day will come fast
and there's no way my glory
in this night will last

surrounding all i had
is a vision of what i've left
because a life lived within's
filled me with regret
and has pushed me to the center of night

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