I tried to talk about myself
with you, just now
and I'm not sure if it worked
I realized that I never do talk about me
with you I always talk about
the world? I guess
or ideas. Dumb ones
all the things there are in the world
to scathe
and I scathe them
scathingly, to make you laugh
make your face hurt
but I talked about myself, or tried
just now, and you didn't laugh
I'm not sure if it worked.
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