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lovecrushed
Beware of the Hunter
...none of which he can stand,
don't be stupid with him,
he'll kill you -
venery, venery,
his dance, his game bag -
he has weapons, but no style
to his pursuit,
don't be stupid,
he can't stand it.
Balanced on my shoulder
she whimpers like a novel
and begs information
about him.
I am unmoved
and merely repeat the warnings
as she listens into the dim
for his rude stalking.
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