Not aimed at anyone in particular
Is it enough to call yourself a poet, take some scattered words and hang them out like flags flapping pointless rags unless arranged with skill, pooled to fill an empty space with dribbled verbs that splatter making stains upon the page, there must be meaning, surely something more than endless dreary sounds waves of flotsam floating noise which lands then strands itself upon a language shore
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