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[placation]

Absolutely, Sunny-kun. That's integral to what I do.

... Did you want to talk now?

[sadpoem]

we should just
talk about
you

[placation]

Me? I'm old and boring!

What would you like to know?

[sadpoem]

how old and
how boring?

[placation]

35 and very. I haven't had much of a life outside of my work. I should probably try to pick up a hobby... any suggestions?

[sadpoem]

u could play
a video game

[placation]

I don't think I've played a video game since Space Invaders...

Do you have any? This place seems so technologically inept.

[sadpoem]

i do
and my bf does

we asked for them
from the crystal

[placation]

[ Ah, to be so young that the thing you request from a questionably benevolent and undoubtedly powerful crystal is a video game. Maruki is endeared. ]

Huh. Maybe! That could be a nice change of pace.

Do you do anything else for fun?

cw: gore mention

[sadpoem]

[He also used it to heal a half-eaten limb if that helps.]

draw
+ poetry

not much
else

[placation]

[ on god maruki hates this place ]

Poetry! That's a wonderful outlet. Do you ever share what you write?

[sadpoem]

no
its personal

but
ill share
other poems

someone is teaching me
how to
recite

[placation]

Hey, that's just as good. Sharing stories and poems that resonate you with other people is a great way to connect.

I'll admit, I never had much time to read outside of my studies. If you ever feel like sharing a poem with me, I'm all ears.

[sadpoem]

a poem
about what?

[placation]

Hmm...

A poem about the heart.

[sadpoem]

Is it a fantastically unlaminated question set in flesh
or valentine that wears the air as its apparel?
If you cut a heart from parchment, is it still
a heart? A nontrivial knot, where turns of every gradient
may kiss and tell. Does the vessel have edges?
Or is it all connectedness, an embedding to be stretched
or bent. Imagine being simultaneously alive,
bound in both directions with a bow! Is it diachronic,
a phenomenon that changes over time? Without ardor
theory suffers. That’s why I’m stuck on you with wanton glue, per-
severing, styling something blobbish and macabre
into something pointed, neat. Love is a gift
that springs from an unlit spot. Resin and rue.
Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.

Triptych for Topological Heart
Alice Fulton

[placation]

[ It's a good fifteen minutes before Maruki responds. ]

That's a beautiful poem, Sunny-kun. Thank you for sharing it with me. I never would have read something like that otherwise.

"Love is a gift that springs from an unlit spot." That will stick with me.

[sadpoem]

[Oh...He really liked it.]

im glad
u like it
i do too

its paired
with two other poems

[placation]

Is it?

Hey, how about this. When I need a pick me up, can I ask you to send one of the other two to me?

[sadpoem]

yes

but i dont think
these poems
are very happy

[Or maybe he just tends to see things that way.]

[placation]

Well... that's true, but...

Hmm. Do you ever feel sad, so you listen to a sad song? It doesn't necessarily make you feel better, but it can be cathartic.

I think it's like that.

[sadpoem]

i was just
trying to explain this
to someone too

[placation]

Oh, really? It's a common phenomenon.

Perhaps if one feels a bit of heartache, one wants to read a poem that makes the heart ache more. Or differently. It helps, in a strange way.

[sadpoem]

ill help u find poems
if u need them

they help me too

its been hard
to explain

[placation]

Thank you, I'd like that. And don't worry, you don't have to explain. I understand.

Do people make you explain yourself a lot?