You mean that junk in your crumpled up notebook that smells like socks?
Hey! I am a very good writter, not that a low class jerk like you would be able to tell!
Hey! What did you call me?!
You heard me now shutup! (shocks him)
Fine!
Just read my poems and tell me what you think.
In The Time of Smoke
The Masked Dancer*
I Wait*
Finally Flying*
Refusing Darkness
Ancient War*
I Hear Your Name*
Raven In The Night*
My Brothers*
*not up