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you draw rust where heat’s been;
some passage of time;
life’s clouded outcomes;
weather or not we care.
you’re iron to me; blood strength.
took years to find you;
all: frame, hinge, key, arch;
allowing passage back.
Wednesday 11th October 2017 2:52 pm
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