Why Am I Awake? (pt III)

Then I moved on to poems. 

Poems were so short and so meaningless. It only took me minutes to do them. I could write a decent twenty of them by the end of a single cup of coffee.

It didn’t take much. 

Everything postmodern is only meant to impress once. After that, there’s nothing. It’s only sensation.

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Author's Note

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