I started writing to Erica again today. (I don't want to lose her friendship.) (And, her personal life is her business and I shouldn't be upset if she doesn't want to share with me.)
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(11am) I think it was good to start writing Erica again. (Once I started again poetry returned, and that is usually a positive sign.)
Despite all that has happened, Erica is still the woman in most of my poems. (Why do I keep dreaming a hopeless dream? (Maybe because I can’t deal with the reality?))
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