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Valhalla

little red ochre box falls to the floor    
my mothers watch says eleven minutes after eight    
I see the breaking lid and stroke each platina layer    
remembering her wearing it around her wrist    
   
a cyclone wind will be approaching these coats    
from seven galactic sisters rain drakes spew    
cylinder fingers have written petroglyphs    
   
I fold cloth around dried rose leaf    
watch it burn as I lit it    
Inhaling scents    
   
hearing hissing    
haunting hammering    
hindsight    
   
open in    
cinematic cymbals    
from ink black burial mound    
I am the only one here    
in a Bedouin death tent cries life  
   
copyrights © Rianne 2025    
      
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Author's Note
I hit the submit button, for some reason, was working on this until the pc started spooking around,
Crazy weather here along the west coast, like witnessing a Circus! Tried watching a series but it stopped each time at the same episode, crazy weather crazy day, might revise this later
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