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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