[crazed]: 90.CROWS INSIDE - poem
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Black feathered bones
Wait.
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Watch.
Waiting for what they’re
Watching for that which they wait.
Watching nothing from
Within the head.
Unknown to the watched till
The watches crack till
The ribs break open
And black feathered bones scatter free.