
so i went up to him and told him why i thought he was great - most poetry sounds contrived and pointless, but his sounds very natural - and then told him, 'my favourite poem of yours is this...'.
after reciting it, he said, 'That's a really nice poem... but it's not mine'.
oh christ, how I wanted to hide.
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after reciting it, he said, 'That's a really nice poem... but it's not mine'.
oh christ, how I wanted to hide.