I heard
I heard the burnt desires
crackling in the nether fire
fire below my feet
feet over the cemetery
all over
all over the cemetery
and the crackling of documents
the cutting of chains
the groans of liberation
freedom
naked running in the dark
of light
of the wild stars
the cunniog night
I heard
I heard the burnt desires
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