I can't write about you any more.
You're too deep under my skin
to scratch out with the nib of a pen.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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