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The Owl

It whispers in my ear
Sounds I cannot bare
Its wisdom is incomparable
Yet its presence is unbearable

It watches my every move
Of my actions its disapproves
Its always there
Its everywhere

A mind torn in decision
Made is a deep incision
Heal it will not
A scar has definitely been bought

Will I choose the right path
Or will the world witness a bloodbath  


The owl it stalks me
With what I imagine is glee
Am I doing the right thing
To my soul joy will I bring


All the while the owl waits
Upon it hangs my fate

    



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