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Pied Piper


I can feel the howl
of your harp
calling me home,
slung low in my belly.
I wanna cradle your wail,
rock it in my arms,
a sweet sung baby,
pure angel cry.
Tease me, piper,
with that call—
I respond
with honey dripping legs
that crumble at your feet,
lost in the smoky sound of you.
You know I will follow you

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