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What happens when I meet a poet. //Part two// Poe

What happens when
I meet a
poet.

//Part two// Poet: ...even your eyes speak a language so secretly sweet.
Me: ...even your followers troll you in every tweet.

Poet: who has made you, o paradigm of longing?
Me: o, you pitiful poet, again, you've started your honking.

Poet: you are my prettiest muse,
oh I could forever sing your songs
What happens when
I meet a
poet.

//Part two// Poet: ...even your eyes speak a language so secretly sweet.
Me: ...even your followers troll you in every tweet.

Poet: who has made you, o paradigm of longing?
Me: o, you pitiful poet, again, you've started your honking.

Poet: you are my prettiest muse,
oh I could forever sing your songs
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