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Carrion

Why the fates have helped me, I do not know.

When I got word in the woods

They had found something and I came

running

and saw you there, mauled, shredded,

and picked apart.

I smiled.

I nodded to the crow that held your eye

in its beak, and it nodded back.

Your death was unwarranted, but not

unwelcome.

I’ll play the part of the grieving spouse

and I’ll find a way to carry on.

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