TemperedA Poem by GreyOn the razor's edge balances a moment of choice and consequence with little significant relevance. Fear is disconnected from action, where reaction can push us to perfection and further. Where all the brass that makes us up is tested and tampered into more and survival is accomplished on pure instinct. In the crucible that forges steel we are who we are and that is what shows through © 2012 GreyAuthor's Note
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