Everything you write
is just one more brick in the wall
Numbers exist
whether we discovered them
or not
The story is real
even if you forgot
The writer is a tool
an instrument, a fool
I typed one word
and the story wrote itself
--The Muse is alive and well
It is
while you are nought
while you are nought
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