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Torn hearts in need of dire repair
Covered with layers of silver wraps
Hopes of waging war in better fair
Preserving strength to not be sapped

Rolls of bliss to hide the great fear
Quilts of relief to build up an empire
A nice emotion to hold close and dear
Icy touch to quench the internal fire

Thick bandages clearly visible to all
Attempting to apply makeup to scars
Instant fix when a damaged organ falls
Replacing an eyesore with another mar

Opaque surface that hides what is true
Fitting in with the other silver masses
When all others cannot see the real you
But that's okay with your metallic passes