I am in my own world
the sheets are pulled up over my head
protecting me from the cold
but then the cold voice
coming from my uncle
and the unwanted light
from the chandelier
awaken me and beg me
to come and get dressed to hunt
as i drink the last sip of coffee
and take my gun from the corner
i prepare my self for the early morning hunt
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