Korupi Murrenus


Death By The Sea

Washed away by your black-bidden realm.
Limbs motioned like a dead wooden elm.
Inside, deep salt encrusts your cold lips.
While the rough of your flesh the coral did kiss.
It was your request, your wish perhaps.
But now your soul is lost in the maps.

It's the way you wanted it, they say.
For you to sink into the dark of day,

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