I'm writing this right now No one else knows this The world has never seen Something like this before I'm making this up The Muses speak They grab my fingers and make me type Dammit, what if No one likes it, or what if they do? What shall I do If it enrages a man or makes a woman cry? Little blue bottle with a yellow stripe watches me type and create and it knows nothing about how I'm just making this all Up
Reason for writing:
The Muses told me to
Birth sign: Aquarius
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