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Feather Hunter

You’ve been in the shadows

Looking to see and not be seen,

Your eyes have always burned with fire

You know what you like,

You with a heart full of cracks

And a silver hoop in your ear,

You’re a poet with a white guitar

Bleeding your soul out through your hands

Onto a piece of ebony

You carve a piece of your heart,

Lift it to the wind,

And watch it fly.


Deana Lafleur 2018

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