April the cruelest month? Maybe. It's is one of those 30 day months, you can never trust them. And why is it just national? Which nation? Would the southern hemisphere's poetry month be six months from now? They're at fall, the poetic bone of my body would think that you could only have a poetry month in spring, cause of all of that foliage changing and shit. Causing all this inspiration and shit.
Me? I don't need spring to inspire me. I be writing this in complete darkness. My fingers just elude metaphors. My brian chemicals festers with simile. My heart beats with meter. And no, metaphor and simile aren't the same thing.
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