Rusted Iron Heart Contest
Her heart may appear solid,
But rust has started to form,
Left in isolation, through countless heavy storms,
Weaken, bare and brittle,
Pieces crumble away,
Even though it's made of iron,
Her heart has formed decay.
Contest: Rust
By; Sabina Nicole
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