It runs deep
Deep into the soul
Deep into the caverns of the clan.
Its lineage since existence.
Always on the prowl
Hunting for the one
Vulnerable and welcoming.
Knocking on the thinner walls
Feeding on negatives.
To find an easy entrance.
To make a home or a makeshift.
There it is
To brush you.
To ruffle you.
Or turn you upside down
For a while or for life.
Padding deep within
Or hovering around you
A soulmate it is.
Dear depression
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