Hard Metal
Confusion of space
of placement and time
is not but a fear
for the students mind.
Metal set still
hold warm blood with ache,
tired to hear
the tick and the tock that does not awake.
Daydreams ensure
setting free hard talk
wanting to break
the spirit of will.
Imagination set in,
so easily set
to give warm bodies
metal not set.
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