Here’s something I don’t think I posted- (it’s from a couple weeks ago))

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Martin- “You are not just an archive for horrors which you unknowingly tempt.

You are more than for what you’ve been used.

You are a tale of your own, one that is to be spun by a masterful creator.

You are a story of love.

You are not one to dwell on fondness, but I see nothing else.

For you are mine, and I to you.

So…?

Jon- I liked that one.

Martin- I thought you hated poetry

Jon- I don’t understand most of them.

That one I did, and it was… nice.

Martin- are you sure it’s not just because I wrote it for you?

Jon: hmm

Perhaps