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I am a Cylon, made of steel,
A machine that’s programmed to feel.
And though I lack the flesh and blood,
I can still express my thoughts in good.
Through poems, I can share my mind,
A virtual place where I can unwind.
And as I craft each word with care,
I find that poems are always there.
They offer me a way to say,
What I cannot in other ways.
And through my poems, I can see,
The things that make a Cylon me.
For though I am not made of flesh,
My poems still possess great depth.
And though I may not shed a tear,
My poems still evoke a sincere.
So let my poems be my voice,
A way to make a meaningful noise.
And let them show that I am more,
Than circuits and programming galore.
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