MONSTEROLOGY
There are always going to
be people reading this wrong,
or that, the way they want.
Putting words in my mouth,
calling me out, finding my
meanings like a finding of
nettlesome death. I'm not
that kind, and I'll never be.
These things do not exist,
even if you insist you see.
My time is a silent figment,
a place and a thing to do.
I'd not mind some company.
You come too!
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