CinderchromeVultures. a few. perched they were, everywhere if they had eyes? who knew. scattered they were, over there by the dead tree sat they almost free to my dismay but chained and shackled they cawed and cackled all gnarled and tattered their once upright stance, now flattened one by one they lost their sun and curled back up, for another day to come.
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