swamp green and the sky
is fire's crimson
leaves and vines curving
wrap the wall, shutters
to know that my skin, my
blood can warm the beast
trembling in my arms
if only you would let me
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
swamp green and the sky
is fire's crimson
leaves and vines curving
wrap the wall, shutters
to know that my skin, my
blood can warm the beast
trembling in my arms
if only you would let me
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