maudlin of the Well – Blight of River-Systems
Snow, and drugs that make every visage angelic! Then came my secret dream of the girl, my warrior with a foot like a doe. Walking for inspiration, I learned which of you is The One. Kissing, but not moving. Loving, unmoving. (But this is said in a coquettish trance) Dampens my book, thoughts come quick. [...]