P.V.A.

Back in the days of the Renaissance, poets wrote sonnets by the hundreds. Read together, they tell a story.

This is my modern take on the sonnet sequence: drabbles of a troublesome and probably doomed love. I may or may not reach a hundred, but I will tell my story.

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There's a guy whose initials are PVA (or MRDC, or ABCDEFG, but it doesn't matter what his initials are, really). He put me on a rollercoaster, and this is my word-vomit.