A babe was alone.
And then he wasn’t.

He found toys in his crib.
He played with it.
Until the toys didn’t make
him laugh anymore.

A child was alone.
And then he wasn’t.

There were new things
to discover now.
His self, his nature, his life.
There were also games.
But he realized that the world
doesn’t always work the way he wanted it

A boy was alone.
And then he wasn’t.

Many people he have met.
Many things he have written.
Until his poetry is now all about
the people he thought that cared for him.

And then he was alone again.

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