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Pen Your Pride

sacrifice

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from distant dimlit corners

of late night rally grounds

etched white by full moon pallor

a hand carved flute resounds

...

anachronistic trilling

draws knowing private smiles

around some far encampment

red cedar flute beguiles

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enchanting and compelling

it breathes out deep souled groans

lifts hopeful wafting whispers

drops belly warming moans

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enthroned on canvas campchair

black leathered biker sways

chained boots drive hot old rhythms

through courting tunes he plays

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then breaking from tradition

rough gravel ridden voice

imploring chanted longing

outpours to reap her choice

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growling song of passion for

the only one he's known

to touch this hollow loner

through all the oats he's sown

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five final notes float smoky

hung questions in their aire

he shifts as if impatient

flings back wind tangled hair

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vast moments pass in silence

her dove grey tent lies still

head bowed eyes closed he rises

rejection shreds his will

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he turns away so slowly

dead flute clutched to his chest

he has no more to offer

since promising his best

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pine fire light on patches

he steps into the black

howling pain inside his vest

cries there's no turning back

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familiar thumping rumble

he's kicked his bike to life

roaring off to leave behind

the one he'd take to wife

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inside a tent soft sighing

tears splashing on her hand

she prays somehow he'll realize

some day he'll understand

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she could not chain him to her

rogues live life in the breeze

to let him bind his soul to hers

would kill him by degrees

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therefore two hearts part broken

that could have been as one

to save each other future pain

such selfless acts are done

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