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Idea

It arrives in the most unexpected manner,

Without a warning sign,

Stealthily sneaking into your mind,

Like a tiger hunting a deer in the deep forest,

It pounces at the right time,

Killing you with its magnificence,

Proving your creative worth,

Just when you thought,

You couldn’t think of an idea.

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