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

Wednesday, March 21

Phone Call

I Miss You.

That was all I wanted
To tell you.
But when I called,
Expecting your voice,
He answered and I



Hung up.
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