Evelyn Ward

Iron - Poem by Evelyn Ward

Iron? The irony; you've always been so very weak.
You're made of tin, no heart within; you're full of rusty lies and sin.
Carve my words into your arm: from this day on, I wish you harm.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009

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