A Poetry Place

I sit here - 
Here quietly at my desk.
A simple desk in my blue room.
- in my bed-shared-room.

A room where I write - 
writing softly with my simple 
blue pen.
Penning my earnest idea,
- my idea of poetry.
 
 

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I live in a coffer of 
gold
sandwiched in between
laughter and worry.
Worry, me 
and laughter.
 

But
she pervades a careful 
atmosphere,
extending and crushing.
Killing worry, me 
and laughter.