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Feb 2013
You are not a Kid.
Anything but

but once you were,
to me...at least.

Before I knew
knew the truth.
the meaning.
the being

being that you became.
that I created.

but I never knew your being.
just mine.
the one I created.
the one which adores my mind and haunts my hopes and dreams

me,
it haunts me.
you haunt me.
I haunt me.

My Frankenstein devours me.
It is not fit for me. Yet it is me.
In me.
My soul
My body
My mind.
Written by
Curious Tales
517
   James Bell, RIKKI and ---
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