Rust
R emember how all things were once shiny and new,
U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.
S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,
T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!
For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”
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