In/mates

Dave BontaSad

my wife and I dine on a heart nothing but gruel and need

who knows what kind of night began as a cell

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 11 February 1662/63.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Sad
Topics:
marriage, cell, wife

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