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Dawn Shall Rust

Is it now, that dawn shall rust?

With cutting edges to its cruel wind

Should we question where it goes silently?

Once the rust melts away suddenly

Almost as if it was never meant to rust at all

Is that why it scorched and seared?

Id been sp desperate for warmth

And had waited so quietly

That the suddenness of it all

Burned so surely

I cannot simply wish it all away now

If i simply bathe in its warmth i can chance that

It may scorch the very skin from my weary bones

but finally free me of that bone deep cold

That kept me yearning for so long