Basil Part II

I love when you hug me

I just want you to sloth onto me and allow me to carry you throughout the day like a child

It’s especially ironic since every time you grab hold of me it seems like your intention is to lift me up

It’ll never happen

You’re a skeleton and I’m a fat fairy

But we make a handsome duo

Sometimes, as impossible as it is, I truly believe you’ll pick me up off the sturdy floor

But only I can carry myself

But I’d hold you in my fat flabby arms

And hug you

He fixed things for us

And now life is gorgeous again

Let me love you


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