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My Castle

My Castle

My Castle
Has;
The room where I can sit in my cynics’ chair,
And moan the world to rights.
The room where I can turn up the decibels of silence,
Babysitting my imagination.
The room where I can store positive energy,
For when my life force is running down.
The room where I can sit at my desk and open my rejection letters,
And laugh at them till my laughter gets tired.
My castle is,
The place where teenage dreams grow up into adult nostalgia.

V Topp

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