erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

This morning, a whore; this afternoon, music.
I was sick in the evening.
At night, while my lord was at supper, I went
to bed, to bed, to bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 10 May 1660.

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