Mourning Light

...swallows whole the morning

By CorvusPublished 21 days ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jessica Mangano on Unsplash

Kiss across red tears.

Interlace bodies. Lie close.

Rest thru mourning's end.

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Corvus

Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.

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...swallows whole the morning

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