A/N: Um... I actually have no idea who Sunstorm is talking to in this poem, it could be anyone you want. Just an another attempt at making Sunstorm a little weird.

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Sadist and Masochist

Beautiful metal,

Melting beneath my touch.

Most would run and hide,

But you always stay and scream for me.

All their cries are pitiful,

But yours are always perfect.

Many would beg to be let go,

But you always remain and ask for more.


A/N: Not much to say.

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