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A poetry Web site
worth reading.
They say your heart
is encased in steel.
They say you're like ice.
You don't know how to feel.
But I can see through your guise
Your armour is not real.
Your heart is crying out,
and your steel is starting to rust.
Your defenses are getting weaker,
and soon the plates will bust
wide open to reveal a lonely lady
eagerly wanting to touch.
This Web site is copyrighted 1998-2005 by Michael Hall
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