((( .. POE'S A l i b i .. )))

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Homemade sour apple sneers

Remember the descending tears

Upon the shallow, shadow of the haven

That whispers, “NEVERMORE” to the raven

Mingling the words filled with tar

Singing of the land with the floating star

That led the mind so far

Under the glimmer of the haggled fears

That baited in through the House of Mirrors

As the Raven’s heart grimaced, “Cave – in”

“Nevermore, Nevermore…” is the haven of the raven