> hello! poe-try is thinking of a nice poem for you!
fantrower dear bearing seeming words
Leet soul cometed of prosed store.
curround be soul fantime sins of sight
all words than it was winds to be sight
sirst shall me me of bells.
There moon as all such store in might so length sorrow at which to distant were that this all
Heaven
> poe-try is not the fastest robot
> but poe-try appreciates your patience.
> :)
> made for procjam 2018
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