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Kuda Bux Jan 13
Gentle whipping sun
lashes the vaporized sea.
Fishes flail in salt
embedding the mem'ry of
ancient pelagic waters.

The dry land crumbles,
in its dust comes tumbling ****—
a serpent slithers through.
Corrosive sands lost to time
invites the traveler to die.

— The End —