XI.

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POEMS HE COULD NOT RESIST WRITING

soon becoming all about her

were definitely worth the use of the ancient pen.

so, he began scribbling away, casting down the many metaphors of her.


oh, if she knew all the times

she made him smile without even trying to

she would think of him as a psychopath

—and he clearly didn't want that. 


and before he could think even more about her

he blushed and told himself enough was enough.

and he could have sworn he heard his grandfather's voice through the whistles of the trees

in his croaking and cheery voice saying, ❝ some call it love, son. hold fast to her. ❞


NOTE

(KHUNSA IS SLOWLY CRAWLING BACK INTO HER HIATUS HOLE. PARDON HER.) 

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