Stealing the worship of the muse's boyfriends (idea)

A dark haired angel with bobbypin halo
Pasting paper dolls on office doors
Wings hidden under her sweatshirt

She is skipping where others trudge
Spinning under fluorescent light
Arms outstretched, head back with eyelids closed
Drinking it in, as if it were a waterfall

Her magic is mostly hidden from view
Since most goddesses don't wear backpacks

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