There's something about turgid poetry that makes it a particularly painful exercise. Maybe its the conviction of the author that the work they've produced is of colossal profundity. Or maybe it's the perverse manglings of the language required to communicate said insights. Either way, it feels like you've stumbled upon a linguistic den of iniquity
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ever read your own journal?
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Like it do we?
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