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What's a ferrous person Doing here, they asked, those bars of gold Clutching iron filings as if seeking to squeeze some life into them Some heat I clenched my teeth, Furious Snobbish, looking down on baser metals, Mixing only with the company of diamonds I pulled no punches, held my fists Red while they jeered The cracks of ore in my coat Furious I bandied through their Glittering parting like oil and water, Sliding off me like I wished their wit might, White hot and flaming, cracking brittle, Fragile filings Melting furious Uncontrollably smelted Hammered by their eyes Clenched by their sneers And burned, scalded, reshaped, reheated Abused Scarlet-whipped and chamber fitted A drill, to reform to a drill, Aimed at Softer metals, I Turn on them, they Shy away, anxious not to mix With baser metals, throwing Iron filings to the floor, To the earth Where gold wishes it could be My jewelry
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
Smithy
What's a ferrous person Doing here, they asked, those bars of gold Clutching iron filings as if seeking to squeeze some life into them Some heat I clenched my teeth, Furious Snobbish, looking down on baser metals, Mixing only with the company of diamonds I pulled no punches, held my fists Red while they jeered The cracks of ore in my coat Furious I bandied through their Glittering parting like oil and water, Sliding off me like I wished their wit might, White hot and flaming, cracking brittle, Fragile filings Melting furious Uncontrollably smelted Hammered by their eyes Clenched by their sneers And burned, scalded, reshaped, reheated Abused Scarlet-whipped and chamber fitted A drill, to reform to a drill, Aimed at Softer metals, I Turn on them, they Shy away, anxious not to mix With baser metals, throwing Iron filings to the floor, To the earth Where gold wishes it could be My jewelry
A bit aggressive, this one, but I'm stressed :)
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
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