That I have not yet fallen apart
Doesn't mean I was well made
That I do not cry out loud
Does not prove my face is straight
All my survival demonstrates
Is what it takes to make a heart
Hammer forged and machine lathed
Turned a thousand times around
Sanded down to its substrate
Until an invulnerable surface found
One that can't be torn to shards
Can't be smashed and never fades
That's the craftsmanship it takes
Then with that indestructible mound
Attach to it every scrap of weak
Glue every piece of sad and lame
Strap every ounce of liar and fake
Bolt it all to that bedrock of plate
So I can pretend it's what I'm about
And masquerade as a sum of my parts
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