Dear you (deer, ewe, etc.),

I have read all, bored to tears in my eyes.
I might have died or not,
Not all.
“We know,” sighs Bear Lee.
It hurts anyway.

Aye, half-red awl bored two tiers in my eyes.

Eye mite: half-dyed ore-knot,

Knot awl.

Wee, no size barely.

It hurts anyway.


“Sin-Seer” Lee