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INANNA
Tiny and fearless, a lifeless black stray
Last bought with death arose
Strength came into the day
She held firm, but death was close
Given no nourishment or love
By the one who gave her life
Sensed that death was nearly enough
Gave her the strength to fight
I found her, as she was wilting away
Grabber her, held her to my breast
She felt my warmth, the rhythm of my chest
I asked the gods to save my Queen, chanting a sarinae...
I will forever love you, Inanna, to my very last day.
Copyright ©
Michelle Hayes
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