A breath from corrupted lungs.
Black and chard,
I step behind you.
Your sound travels
through the trees
pass the hills,
to the back of my head.
While you face the other way.
...
A breath from corrupted lungs.
Black and chard,
I step behind you.
Your sound travels
through the trees
pass the hills,
to the back of my head.
While you face the other way.
