Rusty Heart

During the times of mistrust
Even the strongest of the lot, Gives away and falls to dust.

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Standing under the sun and feeling the rain-the shiny rain,
Feels  nothing but darkness caving deep down.
Each drop, pierces through the iron like bullets and mites,
choking its neck and eating the heart away.
And finally, the iron clad heart is eaten up,
Beaten to death by  sheet of  golden rust.

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