Henry

Oh, Rayburn. My dear, sweet, tired Rayburn Your thin hands hold my heart Whilst your pale lips hold my breath

I worry when I see you sigh When your empty, gray eyes narrow in frustration I wish to calm you To give you peace

Of course, I cannot do this with _them _watching I still have a job to do So I will do it

Thankfully, it has something to do with you

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(This was just a wip, so uhh. Yeah. But it does have something to do with my characters. Henry is on a mission)