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I sit atop a world of rust,
Begging for a whimsical spark
Clueless, desperate, holding out
For light inside the neon dark.
Muse: "The agony’s over! Let me sing!
A sweet little gift, just for you..." (Laughter)
Oh, no. What is this joke?
Fickle ghost, what did you do?
This is the prompt-writer's “Challenge” blues:
A fractured mind, an iron heart,
Steamed glass projected onto grime.
"Hit publish," whispers the muse,
"And let the dice roll one last time."
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