I am a writer

And I talk about problems.

I think I’m cliché.


My Room

My room’s a forest

Of cloths and books and papers.

Tread lightly alone.


As Long As…

Trust me, you’re safe here.

As long as you obey me

And do as I say.


Trophy Shelf

Look at my trophies:

The greatness of childhood,

Now covered in dust.


Wise Words

Grandfather, help me.

I feel I’ve lost my way.

Then make a new one.



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