2.28.2007

Fix the frayed cords;
Build me a smile.
Adjust my heart;
Turn the dials.

Will I ever be a real boy?

Push the buttons
One by one.
Until your perfect
Work is done.

Tighten bolts;
Grease the joints.
Solve equations;
Plot my points.

Start the pistons in my heart.
Can I ever be a real man?

Your blood runs freely
Through my wires.
Deep inside,
Ignite a fire.

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