Conceived in soul-dark, all alone,
Then pushed into the light,
These monsters, little verse-bodies
Are mine to bring to life.
Creating is an act of faith. I
Know not my creations' plight.
Know not which friends will call them pets,
Nor who they'll spring to bite!
Then pushed into the light,
These monsters, little verse-bodies
Are mine to bring to life.
Creating is an act of faith. I
Know not my creations' plight.
Know not which friends will call them pets,
Nor who they'll spring to bite!
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