| Re:
| Date: July 20, 2014
| From: comeinsidethewall(a)wallmail . com
| To: petralocity(a)wallmail . com
|
| I found the perfect poem for Levi!
| Make him read it to you the next time
| you have a domestic. ;D
|
| [attachment]

Curious, Petra good-naturedly clicked Hanji's attachment—and immediately began reading it in her husband's voice upon laughing at the opening.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.

"What are you doing?" Levi's voice, real and outside her head, abruptly interrupted her.

"Oh, nothing," Petra replied calmly, beginning to type a reply, "just e-mailing Hanji."

| Re: Re:
| Date: July 20, 2014
| From: petralocity(a)wallmail . com
| To: comeinsidethewall(a)wallmail . com
|
| Dear Hanji,
|
| Thanks, but as we've already told you,
| we are not planning to have a child
| any time soon or make you a godparent.
| I'll pass on the poem to Levi though.
|
| /)
| \)

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A/N: Excerpt from "Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda.