

dangerous.
Especially when there are much  safer things to do:
I clean dishes in soap-water
I stare down shadows 
and I cook crepes for dinner
See, all that I can really do,
is trust that one day 
I will know you
not your silouhette,
your shape
not your echo, and
your voice
not your rage.
See, 
I've realized looking into the eye of a crow can be
dangerous.
 
 
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