Should one of you ever mention poetry in my presence again, you'll find that your arms will have trouble staying in your sockets. They never happened.

Zeus, fucking leave me alone already would you? Eris, don't even think about it.

I'm still working on the one in light of things yesterday, but I was hit by a burst of inspiration again last night. You'll see this time that laughing is the last thought that'd cross your mind at this.

Baby, I miss you

My rock, my soul, my life

Without you I’m nothing

Without you it’s constantly night

Barring the fact that Nyx isn’t here

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