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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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