Famous
Lines start to intersect.
In just the right way…
Because my scribbles are now words!
Because I’m writing somehow!
This is real! I promise that they are real words!
That’s the process, it’s a process.
Scribbles become more and more real,
The paper just sort of…
Absorbs my power.
The paper and I take turns creating.
When the paper sleeps, I take over.
And over and over…
And that’s how I’m a famous writer.
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