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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I Wrapped in a heart-like sack Your face makes every bad crack flack, Yet no one is scared, I am Frankenstein's creation by the way I am the cursed prince, cursed to be a forever beast Yet the outburst of every sentiment is comforting When ever your aroma sensate I lay unconscious Mesmerized and memory so lost I stand anew, I burn violently with emotions so unknown, but so few The outburst outbursts and everyone around enticed, Everyone around mesmerized yet glare disappointedly All but you for you knew the confusion, The shy beast glared with hate and blazing eyes But yours were filled with the aura of romance And as you picked me up from my shallow outburst And your voice in my ear aurally appealing, I forgot how much of a beast I was, The sweat on my body became a river that you deprived The day the heart-like sack in conclusion, exploded II Down the drain my emotions in shock where I froze A fusillade that I saw coming, but still I pose With nothing but a façade hoping protection it'll provide, Yet my faith did not abide. Down the hall into the dungeon A fluent cause of restraint compensated The outburst that had me suffocated, The migraine that had conversated a pigeon. Well, the anguish that nearly quenched my nought And the pride that had me searching for a bought Yet in the dungeon I haven't stirred In the presence of such overwhelming feelings 'tis where I fled. Fluctuant I fade there like a serpent Bravery restrained and deprived I vent in the walls of superbia Where my outburst is nothing but a bursting fear I hide, I hide, in my mother's womb like an unborn infant.
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