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I found him small

    when he was happy

        and oh so innocent

When at night I could see him,

     he would close his eyes

         and wished he was normal

             like everyone else

So he began calling out

     and there I was 

          guiding him to his normalization.

I wrapped real tight

      he had trouble speaking

         so he had no choice

              but hear my whispering voice

I got his arms so he could stop

       stop fighting and let me consume him.

When one night he did.

       Now look at him,

           My Masterpiece

He was different, and now he is like everyone else

You can't tell from which is which.

Which stone is his?