Denialist

I grow cold while all the world is ready to melt away

noon cruel as the most troublesome god

what life I have in my hands is a cold drink

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 28 June 1664.

Dave Bonta

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I grow cold while all the

is to melt away

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