Softly trespassing, it flows through your lips. An osmosis of collateral proportion. seducing the blood, heating its flow. A change, the inevitable, the effects of the silent intruder. Strait from the blood to the red, the red that is no longer seen. Hands become heavy, eyes, captured into white. Sleep, enforced on the child, tainting the innocence
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