erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

We lie still, she on me—effigies
making a great whispering,
satisfied and soon hushed.
Vice-tested, we sup
in the master bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 29 March 1660.

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