The taste of IronA Poem by Steven BilodeauSo metal, and rust its face this liquid flows through veins. Rules my actions, and all my thoughts. Can't live without it, it's all I got! Towers and scrappers, very tall. Made of them steal parts, they call iron. The taste of iron is in my blood,
the sense of synthetic is my cause. Holy God, what is real? Am I man or am I steel? © 2009 Steven Bilodeau |
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Added on September 23, 2009 AuthorSteven BilodeauStratford, CTAboutMy name is Steven Bilodeau, I am 23 years old and I am attending college. I am going for a Bachelors in Science Majoring in Biology and Minoring in Creative Writing. I'm engaged to an amazing girl whi.. more..Writing
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