Rust
Rust.
It can deteriorate even the
Strongest...wills.
It steals the simple purity of what it
Infects
It will turn beauty into a lesser self
It will give you the illusion of strength...and then you'll fall through
It will give out
and leave
you
..without anything stable to grasp
without
hope...
There is nothing solid here
Just an
auburn facade
of such.
Copyright © Shannon Fletcher | Year Posted 2010
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