Mash

Whatever they have made that cannot come to light…
Is tucked in the fold of continental divide.

Whomever was known unto the monsters they made…
Became monsters too when for creation were paid.

However they’ve survived they have earned a birthright…
Existing thus far only visible at night. 

Wherever they decide to roam with mate & brood…
Must be a place where people don’t mind being food.

Why would I empathize with monstrous Frankenstein?
Maybe I can sense struggles similar to mine?

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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