will you still love me,
even though my heart is made of iron,
will you still love me,
even though my heart is fueled with oil,
will you still love me,
when i am dusty and forgotten?
will you still love me,
when the moon shines bright
and reflects the cracks of my iron skin?
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vessel
Poetry"and so the canopy of trees flutter and bathe you in green leaves and i swear to the heavens right at that moment we were infinity" a collection of poems
