The best thing to do when you can't sleep at night is make art. While I was knitting, Octavian was writing poetry. While not as brazenly autobiographical as his other compositions, the following poem was best suited for the blog:dusk turns into dawn
shadows smoothly retreating
you had sex on me.
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3 comments:
i am coughing, choking, gasping, hysterical, crying, dying.
thanks, ion.
what an awesome poem that should have been written by sonya:)
"brazenly autobiographical" you ballsy man.
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