Metamorphosis
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twofirstkinds
twofirstkinds Student at day, philosopher by night
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The furnace that was my heart sits cold...

Metamorphosis

The furnace that was my heart sits cold

The flame has been extinguished by sadness and jealousy

Friends keep telling me “I’m here if you need to talk”

There was a time people called me bold

I could spin words into joy I was told

But now my heart’s of Iron instead of Gold.

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