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Frankenstein.
There It Goes,
Additional sinking lows.
They evermore ask why,
Why avow Mr. Vile?
To produce inequitable frowns?
I've been abundantly sunk,
Immeasurable misfortunes
With or without,
My wonderful luck.
Aah, here alas!
My pit of emptiness...
Wish I possessed your
Unashamed, senseless bliss...
Remind me, yet again,
Why I'm jealous of him?
Why not just throw in
The towel, this time?
Why not call it a day?
Watch my Spirit, relished,
Metamorphosed away....
Perhaps I should have never
Evoked the lite fuse
Of sleeping Frankenstein.
very sweet and deep idea is expressed in this poem..like ti ..very much impressive ... hmmm enjoyed it much... hope you remember your words..and sure missing your words too