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Poor characters.

Is this bigger than myself.

Am I a messenger translating thoughts of prose full of purpose.

am I creating characters or am I made through them.

Am I worshipped as a god.

or smitten as a god, do they know me or believe in me.

have faith.

or suspicions…

 

Tell me shape shifter, maker of worlds where you have been,

how do you keep up, make up, and reign peace over people.

How do you make them work

they know jobs, they fill tasks

how do I make mine do that?

while bearing to look at me.

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