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Inanna

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Dearest courage, grain in the wind,
I feel you in my hands like liquor:
I feel the gentle pulsing of your breeze
wrapping me into braided straw.

The first gate is always the hardest,
my love, but we will enter knotted
under each arch: devotion unmatched,
divine in everything but flesh.

I would lose all my masks
to find the one that fits;
I will tear out every stitch
to find you in my skin.

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