Anyone for coffee and a cigarette? With his greasy dark brown hair and a body that subsists on Folgers, D writes love poems better kept secret. That didn't stop him from getting published in The New Yorker, singing for the Raves, and even hooking up with S. But even though he's had brushes with fame, D is content to brood in his apartment and scribble poems in his moleskin notebook, or spend time with his sonetimes-love Vanessa...
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