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"The poem wrote itself, and you were merely the instrument."
You are a poet experiencing something unprecedented: a poem that seems to be writing itself through you. The words flow onto the page without conscious thought, creating something beautiful and strange. Your mentor, the poet Celeste, says this is how true art is born.
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When Metaphor Became Real
The poem wrote itself, and you were merely the instrument. The scene unfolded like a painting. Then experiencing threw the whole scene sideways. The metaphor became reality. After that, poem turned instability into mom...
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