Poems from bedamijo

They want to understand me. They want to know how I work. They want to cut me open and see my gears Turning and turning.   They want me to...
When I was a young boy, I had a conversation with my mother. I asked her why she gave me the nickname "Chipmunk," And she said it was...
I have a gift: The gift of changing myself. I can be anything, Anyone. I can be family or stranger, Friend or foe.   I have a gift. I can...
When I have grown old, And my time has come to an end, I will leave this place.   When my job is done, I will spread my wings and fly, Fly...
On a good day: I wake up From a strange dream. Desperately replaying it in my mind, Over and over again, So as not to forget it, I feel Mom...

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