I feel like I'm a poetry machine these days. Sometimes I feel like it's easier to write in poetry, you know, than to write out what I'm actually feeling. Like those metaphors and similes and alliterated phraseology hide the pain behind some smooth mask, like you can't see behind it. Only you can, can't you? You see me, seeing you, seeing me. Back
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I think ... you're as transparent as you choose to be, but no more. I know the things you tell me directly, but the things you choose to put instead into your writing in whatever form (poetry, fiction) -- those come through filtered by my own life and my own connections. Because they exist in the form of connections, it's possible I'll see things you don't, and it's possible that you'll put in things that I'll miss totally and you'll have to explain to me (or just smile mysteriously and tell me I'll get it when I'm older).
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