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The Pharaoh

listening to…
a play of shadows on the wall
in my room…
where days meet themselves
and turn to feathers
in the dead bride’s dress
she’s fixated in a diorama
in her sarcophagus
right above the dead pharaoe
all love-letters unsent met by a cooling fear
shimmers in the outlines
of the hieroglyphs
in his tomb

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Publicerad 2023-03-11 23:14

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