I feel full of words tonight.

I feel full of the world, all it's beauties and horrors, all it's colours and feelings and softness and hardness.

I wish I had a lover, because tonight would be one of those inexplicable nights in which we made terrifyingly passionate love, on the verge of tears, when fingers pull too hard and teeth bite too hard and nobody says stop.

Maybe tonight is a night for writing. It's certainly been a while.

I was reading the erotica I was writing when I was really depressed. It's pretty good. I think.

I liked it, anyway. It made me wish there were more of it.

We'll see, won't we.

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Rosie.

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