Whatever it was I said, I don't remember
why I said it or if my thought really
was someone else's reappropriated.
I don't know why to write, I don't know why
the shit you like is what you like. Tell me
what any of this means, unmix your thought
from all confusing images. I won't
be trying to make sense of this unless
the way you say it is at least a little
clear. Well, shit. Another poem without
a form communicating anything,
just what you said not how you said it, just
this mess of sentiment and whimsy, but
I guess I'm guilty of the same damn thing.
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