Angela B. Chrysler: And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.


	Angela B. Chrysler Poetry Quotes Angela B. Chrysler And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face. Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, “Lies.” Excerpt from Lies Angela B. Chrysler BestQuotes4Ever.com And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face. Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, “Lies.” Excerpt from Lies Poetry, Lies 4941

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