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They watch the shadows by day
Crowding trees and city streets
Stalking and preying
An organized session choreographed
A haunted flock they slowly emerge
To eat souls and ask for penance
Only to dot the streets collectively
Hoarding in winter's dim light
The beggars of our streets
A coarse of ravens they slowly dissolve.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.