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Iron

Iron. Wrapped in iron.
You greet me like I forgot.
Whispered. I still smile, shy,
Words tumbling like they are forgotten.

Layer upon layer I hammered,
Hardened by what came before.
But you spoke as if the iron
Was all I never was. 
 

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