"And all of that was a splinter right in your circulatory pump, that's been stabbing you periodically ever since then. Right?" Its hand rubs slow circles on her back, heavy and warm. "I'm going to be obnoxious and quote poetry at you now. And it's going to bug you, because you know I learned it from Helena, but I want you to listen to it."
Its voice lowers to a soft, resonant murmur.
"I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
"And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
"And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.
"And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree."
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:44 pm (UTC)Its voice lowers to a soft, resonant murmur.
"I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
"And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
"And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
"And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree."