Remember that time I wrote that poem for you?
That poem that waxed and waned and was full of all the gobbldegook that I thought poems were made of?
No of course you don’t.
You didn’t know that poem was written for you.
Just as you won’t know this one is as well.
You’ll sit high up on your pretentious cloud and sing yourself a hymn of self fulfillment.
Well remember that time I wrote that poem for you?
It was all bullshit.
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