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Hunter heart
I am a bird singing in an open cage.
What I have they cannot take it.
What I have they cannot feel it.
A mad navigator drives me.
A fire-bearing fleet chases me.
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to live.
That makes my heart a hunter.
I’m shooting luminous arrows with a bow
and all lead back to my body.
What I have
it takes me up to heaven
and brings me down to hell.
What I have I cannot deny it.
That makes my heart a hunter.
My brain is a uterus of lightning.
I am a corsair galley drunken with rum
inside the rulers’ navy yard.
That makes my heart a hunter.
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