And as imagination bodies forth. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen, Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and a name.
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RUTHLESS MONSTER by Kapuso_mo
RUTHLESS MONSTER
What made monsters? A loving heart left unloved.
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