Where Things Meet by Grace Song (16, South Korea)

I write about grisly giants who terrorize and graze on young children,
and about diabetic men who have obese dogs.
 
I create beautiful love stories,
where girl meets boy and girl likes boy.
 
I create devastating tragedies,
where daughter loves father but father ends up dying. ​

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I play melodies of perennial gaiety and woe.
My fingers kill and create, 
but my fingers desire greater abhorrence.
I desire ghastly melodies of horrid cries and screams.
 
I want to create horrifying stories, 
where people shudder with fright and drip sweats of dread
but I know such stories are far too dismal.
 
I know such stories are too bleak for me, 
so I will continue to create beautiful love stories
and to create devastating tragedies,
where boy likes girl and father loves daughter too.

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