I pick up a literary review and read a poem...I think.
I wonder if the writer's goal was:
Let me write something no one fucking understands.
He couldn't give me an experience, a sensation, a feeling.
I feel cheated.
I wonder if he knows what the hell he means,
Or if he's hoping someone will interpret his psyche for him.
I don't have time for all that.
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