a study toward sonnet #1,140 by FisherKingKQJ
I muse that now you've got a metal heart,
That you're a robot bushed in grey brushed steel,
That you're a stickler spelling what you feel,
Your filings in my blood, a fluking dart.
Time you would tremble between girl and tart,
Your heart a yellow hot brand raised to heal,
But only in my mind, mind, its forging seal,
Waxed you as you being a challenge to chart.
You'd wager that I'm at worst dregs then scum,
With sears you'd seal all my wounds in between;
I'd mangle your metal heart back to plumb,
With manganese bleed white your iron green.
You magnetise my heart's red bloody rust,
I switch alchemy in your gold glass bust.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rust
o $10,000,000 decay
o $10,000,000 spoil
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