Rust
Rusting man
cold even to your own hand
Rust has no sleep or care
about deconstructing
your tired body
Rusting man
carelessly old
you walked miles
in your comfortable
shoes
Now the wind blow
holes in you
Copyright © Declan Molloy | Year Posted 2015
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