If you need a poet
Do not trust me
I am an unreliable narrator
Whose wrting comes from rambles
Whose art comes from hallucinations
Of my schizophrenic shocks
Whose Hell comes from water
Whose pain comes
But is accompanied by blissful innocence
What did I mean when I said those words?
Did I quote your source,
Your inner writer, your alter ego?
Did I alarm you when I said,
"Mimicry is the highest form of flattery
Therfore, you are smothering Mr. Poe?"
We all know what I am not.
Do you know I am not to be imitated?
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