My sweet little Chuckie,
Though I must leave you behind me,
this poem will tell you where you can always find me.
When a gentle wind blows, that's my hand on your face.
And when a tree gives you shade, that's my sheltering embrace.
When the sun gives you freckles, that's me tickling you, sweet boy.
When the rain wets your hair, those are my tears of joy.
When the long grass enfolds you, that's me holding you tight.
When the songbirds sing, that's me whispering, 'Night, Night'.
I love you, Chuck.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
-Prim
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Aphonic {TMR;Newt}
Fanfiction❝ Remembrance blooms from her fingertips.❞ Subject A0; The Primary Subject Subject A5; The Glue The Keeper of the Runners is alarmed when he finds a ball of white huddled in a crook in the Maze's corridors. A girl who is rotted with bruises and soak...
