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Sep 2014
I project iron, steel
Yet as I've grown older
I have become more like gold
Soft, malleable
Not yet familiar with my vulnerability
I seem to consistently find a way to let you wound
My door is always open
Perhaps I should lock it shut
Become a hermit for a time
Until you find a way to be more gentle
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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