If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos
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Wednesday, May 10

Codependent

Thou, my palest flower,
Thou art mine only goddess.
I shall throw myself to thy feet
And beseech thee spare my heart
From thy most cruelly tender words.
Spare me thy fierce scorn and I
Shall worship at thy shrine till
I am whithered and bent with long years
Of loving bondage to thy alabaster monument.
Stand thy defenses down and let me pass.
I plead, I beg, I implore, let me adore thee!
From near instead of far, let me adore thee!
For many endless eternities, let me adore thee!
Weigh upon me every task small and great,
And I shall not thee fail.
For I shall throw myself into such task as you deem fit-
I shall be thy protector, thy servant, thy mistress;
I shall be thy champion, thy spaniel, thy slave;
All I ask is this: Let Me Adore Thee!