The night is here,
a deeper hue.
I'm in your veins,
my host is you.
The forests howl
and seep into
your lungs to me,
my host is you.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
The night is here,
a deeper hue.
I'm in your veins,
my host is you.
The forests howl
and seep into
your lungs to me,
my host is you.
This has been in my head for a while, or at least I've been pondering about this idea of infection or affection. I had to get it out!
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