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I am the failed poet Still pretending to be one How can one call itself a poet? If they write poems - - so is this a poetry? Will you call me a poet? Regardless, I pretend to be. Because unlike you, even I don't know. Every shit that comes out of your mouth is not gold. It's a lazy night. No, I am. And poetry is nothing but the yawning and stretching while sleeping.