by any stretch of the imagination. But, fuck it, I've been feeling guilty & when I have visits in the depths of the night to be told how I've been paying little heed to its needs, it's either a succubus or Series Magritte rattling my cage.
So, one day short of three months, I've finally posted another poem to mySM. Numero 126, love potion #9.
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