Stiff.
Razor sharp maybe…
Screwed, more than nail.
It’s getting there baby.
Stiff, yet waiting to rot in rain made to rust.
Armor: that’s just my cover.
Duck: that’s just my possy.
Air: that is just my weakness.
Hope: You don’t belong there. You’ll just into mulch.
Rust rust rusty screws with bad attitudes.
But here’s a feather duster though for those
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can't wait to read more! =)
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