You, my darling.
With a surface so hard,
And a heart so cold.
Under pressure, wanting to burst like
The explosive core of a grenade.
Decorated in black and in red,
Like your brothers and sisters,
Uncles, and aunts,
All manner of distant cousins.
Yet here you remain,
Alone,
Separated from all you know.
No longer so cold,
And your skin so soft.
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