Written by: Harenae Uraian'gattar
Date: Friday, January 14th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
I can hear each note you warbled
Curated only for my ears
My cobalt herald
In the hail, obstinate,
In the mulch, panting,
In my voice, echo
In a
Tu-a-wee
I imagine the remains
Your weavings s
Fraying
If I reach, my fin
Graze your parasol
Above, to hold
Don't
tu-a-wee
i can't even grasp
without your
do you think
we will
only we
two
only
tu-
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ero, in the year 878 AF.
Written by: Harenae Uraian'gattar
Date: Friday, January 14th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
I can hear each note you warbled
Curated only for my ears
My cobalt herald
In the hail, obstinate,
In the mulch, panting,
In my voice, echo
In a
Tu-a-wee
I imagine the remains
Your weavings s
Fraying
If I reach, my fin
Graze your parasol
Above, to hold
Don't
tu-a-wee
i can't even grasp
without your
do you think
we will
only we
two
only
tu-
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ero, in the year 878 AF.
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