We're All Someone's Muse

by glambertcello

After she first meets Castle, she writes her first poem. As she spends more time with him, her obsession with poetry grows, until she finds she can't live without it. (Note: This has been discontinued for the meantime. I apologize. There wasn't enough inspiration for me to keep going. I'm leaving up just in case I return to it. I apologize.)

3. What Kind of a Psychic Are You?

What Kind of a Psychic Are You?

"Flowers for your Grave" (2/4)

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Are you some sort of psychic?

Did you suddenly get a feeling

You would be meeting me

And research everything about me?

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There's no ordinary person

Who can take one look at me,

And immediately recite my whole life story

Right back to my face.

It's just not possible.

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So how do you know so much?

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Do you spend hours

Of your extravagant life

Researching how to read people,

How to tear away the shell

And discover the tasty treat

That is disguised within?

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Or did you only research me,

Become an expert on me

And then throw it all at me?

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I really want to know.