Wall
The wall is white as if nothing has been on it.
I look to find some chalk to write on it, but there is none to be found.
Then a boy comes in and becomes my muse.
The thought of needing chalk disappears.
The wall is filled with writing by just his appearance.
He is an inspiration.
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