No dates in six months.

No sex in over a year.

Crickets all over my Tinder profile.

Can’t remember the password for my dating website.

No girl’s name in the recent calls list.

That’s all right. Tonight, I have you, my friend.

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He holds my pen and the words flow.

NOTE: This was the other idea I had for the ‘YeahWrite Microprose’ challenge before eventually going with ‘Soiled

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