Every writer has a story
Every book hides secrets
Twisted plots, drama or scary
Chills is what, every reader gets
Sharing is caring they say
A writer is an artist
They share all about their day
Their nights also have their lists
Every story, a new mystery
Every thought, a play of mind
Every word whether sad or happy
Helps potray our feelings like a lady, kind
Hiding our emotions
We sit quietly on our hips
Yet pen always flows out
What used to hide, our lips
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