If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Monday, May 8

I'm in the computer lab. I'm bored. I think I'll write some poetry. Yay.

There was no
Flash of light
No crash of
Thunder
There was just
Him
and
Her
And not loving
Each other anymore.

Hm... Good enough.

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