Ferum, Fe.
Have you ever wondered why the taste of something so strong and shiny could be nothing more but distasteful? Because if you're iron, I'll be the air and the water to show you rust. I'll be platinum that scratches your surface with a screeching sound. I'll be the degree of heat to melt you and your so called strong and polished self. You're just iron and I'm the air you breathe, the water you drink and the heat you curse so much. And I'm enjoying this.
Xoxo,
Naddienaddienaddie.
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