I've not taken any pics lately. And honestly, I don't have the wherewithall to do so.
I'll offer this instead.
A poem based on each word. To catch back up.
Metallic
My heart hard
Like metal
Burned
Molded
Forced into shape
On an anvil
Hot
mailable
Made to be what the creator chooses
My heart
Hardened
Solid
Cold
Unlike the shape once taken
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