Whimsical things run amuck, chasing a masterpiece but somehow stuck, to spill those words across the page must be luck...
I crave my anguish be heard, even if my theme is absurd, I will set myself apart from the herd, mark my word...
I've held my silence long enough, it's time to let the world see my stuff, magical things baby, Hufflepuff...
Forget my likeness to Dr. Suess, pay closer attention to what hangs from the noose, let creative boundaries loose...
Although I like to lean into rhyme, there most assuredly will come another time, all that I know is that it will be sublime...
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