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And I fell in love with you, crowboy.
Ebony wings and night-dark hair and black coffee eyes,
alabaster skin, burning hot and a hungry gleam in your gaze,
wolf-teeth meeting my white flesh under the moonlight.
And my angry, broken companion calls you a vulture,
but I won't accept that.
You aren't a vulture, and although I call you crowboy,
you're more wolf than bird.
Sometimes, you remind me of a shadow;
slipping by unnoticed,
but catching my eye everytime.
And maybe I still love you,
even if you killed my heart.
But you'll never know.
I'll make sure of it.