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Golden boy, china face,
Diamonds where your eyes were placed,
Marbled muscles, voice like silk,
Complexion almost buttermilk.
Silver tongue, velvet words,
Cloths of mink that charmed the birds,
Smile of pearls, ruby lips,
Bronze-like hair with copper flicks.
But your heart is made of steel,
Wood blocked thoughts have fled,
Your jar of stolen souls and hearts,
Weighed, like your soul with lead.
Your fist is made of iron,
Titanium's your control,
Your kindness shattered into glass,
Your diamonds are what you stole.
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Wielding the Pen {Poetry}
Poetry•>I wield the pen as I'd wield a sword, cutting through emotions as if they were flesh all poems and photos are mine [love] [heartbreak] [sadness] [society] {highest ranking: #556 in poetry 8/8/17}
