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3r4th Jun 2020
My skin of steel
Battle-hardened
Decades-old
But yet to break

Like precious few
She comes in
I still don't know
What she will bring

Then a warmth
Starts to grow
Sets ablaze
My firey soul

Before I know
What is happening
Flaming steel
Dripping off my skin

What remains
No regret
But the burns
Not quite healed yet

— The End —