I dig your hexagonal form.
I’ll protect you with my oblong cloak.
I’m not just hitching a ride to the bottom.
I’m so much softer than our cousin Hail.
I’ll be your prime; you be my composite.
I will rime you
the way no one has before.
I will celebrate your singularity
as I blur your edges. I will love you
like a slick chatbot. I am your one true
stalker. I will stick to you
to the end. Don’t let the cold ground
below fool you. We will always have
this pact: I melt with you.
Very clever, Amy
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Thanks, Mom!
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