A raven flew over me
And then it followed me into the garage
I stared it in the eye
And asked him if he remembered
He shook his head
But yet he remained
He was not to be trifled with
Nor ignored
I shrugged, however
I had other battles to win
I sang him a lullaby
And danced to the beat
We became friends over time
And my shoulder was his to cry on
He kept me company
While I went back in time
I valued our friendship
But others tried to keep us apart
One day he went away
And I still wondered if he remembered
Categories: Poetry, Psychology, weird
psychologistmimi 
This is beautiful! 🙂
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Aww. 🙂 Thank you so much
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Depends
On if he (Poe)
Is A Real Raven
As ‘they’ never
Forget
Another Raven..:)
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Ha! Yes raven to raven
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:)!
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a veces es mejor olvidar que recordar, el cuervo por lo general es una ave muy cinica
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Eso si es verdad!
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Does a forever friend remember everything?
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