I touched the skin gently
Where it looked the most angry
Hinting most at disappearance
Your metals aren't poisonous enough
Nothing's nothing anymore
There's always an imprint
A memory to cherish or hate
It is too soft to leave a trace
Calm the forge and let your tools fade
Heat will only create a glow
The rigid shall not bend for you
Accept the shape it grows into
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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