I wish I had a raven
for every time I've been wrong;
for fucking up my chances;
for not knowing how to belong...
I wish I had, but a raven,
although they don't sing so well.
Their croaking sounds are craven -
nothing in first glimpsed glances...
I wish I had a raven;
instead of giving up in vain.
Anxiety and sorrow lingers;
reaping its own in pain...
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