The Crow

I tried talking slow,
So i could let you know,
We are neither friend nor foe,
I just want you to go.

Through columns and rows,
Of the things i know,
That made us grow
Away from the flow.

So I’ll be the crow,
That doesn’t fly low,
And wingspan shows
A shadow far below.

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