I said I would never put up an old poem.. But I'm about to. I've been trying to sleep and these old lines keep echoing around my skull, keeping me awake. Therefore, it must be pertinent, mustn't it?
Still, it's not quite. It's too docile. I must have written it when I was feeling both calm, and like this. Probably when I was awake, and also supposed to be awake. I like that it's calm, though, it feels less linked to me. I have been thinking about whether I should try to be more asexual, or whether I should have assigned that job to my surroundings. They aren't helping. I feel like everything is making me more and more feminine these days! Never mind. It's late. I'm babbling.
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