On gelid night, prone amidst this sea of faineant coverlets A nimiety of somnolent susurrations-- Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow A radiator's dolorous tintinnabulation Harmonizes a fan's punctilious paean. On this gelid night, A languid pillow kisses this naive cheek.
Reason for writing:
My childhood
Birth sign: Scorpio
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