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@EskhindSonnetBook |
This sheet of brinestalk-pulp paper is covered in a shaky ink scrawl. It looks like it's been crumpled and uncrumpled many times.
Lists
List1
all four limbs of mine do long to run |
I can feel my walls are closing in |
evil thoughts accost my blackened soul |
spitting anger boils up in my blood |
my mind does all grievances rehash |
this cruel world does bring me sad and low |
List2
your sparring axeblade parts the air |
you look at me with those sweet eyes |
you stand, resplendent and refined |
your armor glints under the sun |
you take my hand, yours rough but warm |
List3
my heart ascends the spindle's height |
a happy smile comes to my face |
I feel the gentle warmth of love |
I feel a tingle on my skin |
my breath comes, like my heart, too quick |
List4
tended fields of lah |
eating in a yurt |
stripping watervine |
putting safety first |
gath'ring morning dew |
List5
ease us when we hurt |
treat us like their own |
let me be myself |
see that life needs love |
offer me your hand |
List6
However can I tell my aching heart |
Although I may succumb to nature's fang, |
But I must leave you if you won't concede |
Now knowing I must go and you must stay |
To know I cannot stay, and you can't leave |
List7
List7 is just another randomly chosen list from #List6 that was not already chosen before.