It's Saturday night
And I am on the
Blue Rug
In your living room
Eagerly pulling off your
Red Sweater
With trembling fingers
While you leave
Purple Hickeys
On my neck.
If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works.
-John Dos Passos
Thursday, March 22
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