Iron Sharpens Iron
Kisses of an enemy
fly at me
their all around
iron bars sharpen
cut right into me
friends wound
I'd rather have pain around
my soul is free
though it never leaves the ground
Copyright © Charley Mahre | Year Posted 2019
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