Dear LJ,
I'm hiding under a blanket
not a metephorical blanket
a large think blanket that lives on the couch
laza asks the sleeping one for *
this is not a poem
really though
these thoughts are literal
a man enters the room
asks of my wherabouts
its hot under this blanket
what should I do with this art?
I need my own URL
donations please
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