Acrostic Poem

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Always looking for
A seat in the back of the
Room. Quiet. Not afraid
Of being forgotten. Shy, even.
Nervous where more than three are gathered.

But alone,
Reading, thinking, I am
Almighty, alchemical,
Magical, maybe, turning
Even these words into gold.

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