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Part 15 Act 1

"Let's see what you've written for today. ... Mm... Well done, Robaire. Your skills are already improving." "Really? Thanks, Tae. Coming from you, that means a lot." "Eh? I-It's nothing! I'm just happy to help inspire fellow writers... I know you're new to this, so don't worry so much if it seems like you can't get your poems to feel perfect. You don't need to be afraid to be a little more daring... Metaphors can go a long way. Don't feel like you need to work your brain like turning a bunch of gears. Try letting your mind wander through your feelings... And write down the things you see and hear. That's one way to truly enable your reader to see into your mind. It's a very intimate exercise..." "I see. That's a certainly interesting technique. Thanks for sharing." "I have, um... ...Well, an example of that, if you'd like to read it..." "Of course. Is this the poem you wrote for today?" Tae nods, and timidly hands me his poem.

The Raccoon

It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.
My attention was caught by the stuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unordinary human.

I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.

The moon increments it's phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting knife.
The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.
I slice the bread, fresh, and soft. The raccoon become excited.
Or perhaps I'm merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal.

The raccoon has taken to following me.
You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other.
The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.
Every time I brandish my cutting Knife, the raccoon shows me it's excitement.
A rush of blood. Classic Pavlovian
And I feed myself again.

"Um... I was a little more daring with this one than yesterday's..." "I can see that. It's a lot more metaphorical..." I don't know if it's my fault, but ai can't begin to imagine what this poems is about. "That's right. It's a bit closer to my preferred writing style... Using the poem as a canvas to express vivid imagery, and conveying emotions through them." "Yeah, if I take it at face value, then I can't even figure out what it's supposed to mean..." "Well... I think it's something that different people can relate to in their own way. I wanted to express the way it feels for me to indulge in more unusual hobbies... It's those sorts of things I'm usually forced to keep to myself. So, I sometimes enjoy writing about them." "Why do you keep them to yourself?" "Be...Because... They're embarrassing... Don't you have anything like that, Robaire?" "Well... Yeah, I guess I do..." "I feel like everyone had a little something like that. The best we can do is respect each other and our individualities. Even if it's difficult sometimes, and some things make us uncomfortable... After all, if I hadn't learned to embrace my own weirdness, I would probably hate myself. I-I might be ranting a little bit now..." Tae ends up putting his hands on the opposite shoulders. "...But I'm glad that you're a good listener." He puts his hands back to the sides of his torso.

(P.s I'll be updating a lot since I want to finish this as soon as possible.)
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Who should I show my poem to next?

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