I know that man has no soul,
Knows that man is merely a masterpiece.
A man of no heart and mind.
But, well be it so.
It is his thoughts that I adore;
I go pining afresh to drain his empty grasp
I know he no knows about love, but it is I, that will imply, to make feel and have.
I'll rose in no time, with a moment, feeling in vine
Indeed, it is I that creates; A masterpiece of empty flesh
True that it is I, creates; a Man of my perfect piece
On the half of July, I shall be in my Gallery
Where He will keep staring at me,
to enjoy the sanity.
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