So Weak And Thin
_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)_
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