Hot Breath

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Canine king, find me, follow me

Whether dinnertime or downtime
Hot breath on my heels
Chops pressed ‘gainst my calf

Clickety-clacking claws, be unwilling to leave me be

Guard my steps, as I’m prone to frolic with frogs
Looking in wrong places for princes

No sixth-sense nonsense, your love

Feels

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He left 
Me
Alone
To struggle then break free
To wail before the calm did come
To despair until all that was left is hope
To see my own cowering shadow rise up
To be dust, dust again, then be formed
To learn I knew nothing
He never left me alone


hinterland

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Now comes the King

To the table

To dine

Neither filter nor manners concern him

How long the heathen’s reign 

How far reacheth the aid of his decrees

How fair the one who won’t curtsy to him on this path