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Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay . . © 2019 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
our iron hearts just weigh us down our iron ears block out the sound
Losing him feels like a thousand days' rain. A weathered heart pumping rusty blood through iron veins. When he's gone a patinated pulse is all I have left. I can feel his presence
The mirror highlights the differences From the polaroid on the wall Of a man undriven, sad but unwilling Enslaved to his own weakness   Sharp words and cruel tongues Ignited the crucible long overdue
  Iron Warrior             Blunt steel             Armored with courage             Proud of individuality            Unique  
I could never climb like you.Pray tell where you are reaching to so fervently?When, if ever, will you reach there, the place invisible to me?
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