I hide behind nonsensical riddles

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I wrote this poem once
I didn't like it

            this poem spoke to me
from me
                           but I hated it, so

I think I hate when poems are too sincere
too close to home

I hate them more when there's reason or rhyme
'how kiddish' i thought

                 kiddish is said home
                    the one where i reside

I think I hate to write things others will understand
cause i think my true death comes
when someone's see me
in my home, firsthand

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