I Don’t Do Romance.

Now that you mention it, I have a fair bit of love and lust in my prose but I can’t think of a single one of my poems with either one. I do admire others’ work (both poems and songs) but it’s never occurred to me to even try such an endeavor. I wonder why and whether it’s a good or bad thing, what it says about me…thanks?! 😉

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