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Issue 14
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It was our job to fold the crows,
to tuck the beaks and pleat the wings.

What end? It wasn’t ours to know.
It was our job to fold the crows.

When fate went sour, love came to blows,
we pinned the blame on distant things.

It was our job to fold the crows
to tuck the beaks and pleat the wings.