Hand-Built Monster

You are like a Frankenstein monster, I carefully sew every stitch,

You are a work of art, perfection, never a glitch,

No blood will spill, no skin will bruise,

You will never, ever loose,

Carefully brushed over in silver-white,

Metallic-marble eyes that gleam dead, yet bright,

Lips sealed over in fading scarlet will never part,

You are nothing but a work of art.


The End

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