Keyboard warrior

where I carried a cross like a prize where I bled ink and coffee where it all evened out with war for discourse I spoke but did not see

but at night in the garden I thought of you

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 16 February 1666.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

where I a cross like a prize

where I bled ink and

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