I wish AI could act as a prism for my wordy, muddled mind—something I could hold up to the swirling kaleidoscope of fragmented images, half-formed words, and metaphors lurking in the shadowed corners of my consciousness.
And then—voilà! Pristine, precise, and meaningful poems would blossom forth. A tweak here, a nudge there, and all those unspoken songs would finally find their voice.
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