Poem -
Inside out

Frankenstein was never all that happy,
a face like that could never truly be.
His arms and legs all began dissolving,
I look at him and see a part of me
morphologically a mess
but undoubtedly placed together
outside there was nothing leftÂ
alone and lost forever
perfect from the inside out
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