Feeling the chronic illness; on the other hand, wrote seven stanzas (forty-nine lines) today.
(The next part of CWKB is partially stanzaic, for reasons to be discussed at a later date.)
The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
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