My Relationship with Poetry makes zero sense.

I want to give you a serious compliment here… I simultaneously smiled while reading this, felt a genuine affection for you and your processing (I have affection for you anyway, but this was the sort of wow, someone understands my weirdness affection), and had my mind swell to 100 times it’s normal size with thoughts and ideas generated by what you wrote here.

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