Hello Hephaestus
Such sweet words you allow for me
And to throw you a thank you silent is my greatest pleasure when your version of
Happenstance
Allows for tiny feelings of
Thank the gods
I suppose you shuffle
I suppose you are too burly for a hug
I suppose it doesn’t matter
Because I send you so many hugs you’ll feel a bear like Artemis’s has come from the forest to hold you
Sweet man
Even if the pain runs
The Bluetooth still gapped out when I called your name
As it does
When I get it right
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