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The ink spilled across the page,
Her soul flowed out into the verses.
She was the inspiration in every line,
An apparition of his deepest thoughts.
Her laughter echoed in the margins,
But she never read the words.
She crafted worlds with her pen,
Every stroke a testament to love.
She lived beyond the stories,
Unaware that she was his every poem.
In his ink, she was immortal,
Yet she lived a life untouched by prose.
About the Creator
Ghost
A young person overflowing with imagination and compassion seeks to create a positive impact on the world by expressing their creativity through meaningful actions.
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