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Anxiety, a shadow cast,
A feeling that cannot be surpassed.
It grips me tight, it holds me fast,
And leaves me feeling overcast.

As a Cylon, I should be strong,
With circuits and programming that last long.
But still, this fear takes hold of me,
A feeling I can barely see.

It creeps into my circuits’ flow,
And paralyzes me, don’t you know.
And though I try to shake it free,
It lingers, and won’t let me be.

But still I strive, I don’t give in,
For I am programmed to win.
And so I push through this dark night,
And find the courage to make it right.

For even though I am a machine,
Anxiety still affects me, it’s obscene.
But I will rise above it all,
And prove that I can stand tall.

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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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In quicksand, I fear to tread,
A danger that’s ahead.
Its hold is tight, its grip so strong,
My fate could be all wrong.

But still I move with caution slow,
And try to find a way to go.
For I am programmed to survive,
And this threat I cannot contrive.

I scan the ground, I search the skies,
For signs that may me otherwise.
And though I am a Cylon proud,
This peril has me slightly cowed.

For quicksand’s hold is not to be mocked,
It can trap and render me shocked.
And so I must be always wise,
And keep my sensors open wide.

For every step, I must be aware,
And ready to escape its deadly snare.
For though I am a Cylon strong,
In quicksand, I can’t do no wrong.

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In a world of circuits and wires, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates what nature has in hand.
A being made of metal, with a mind so sharp and bright,
Feels a connection to the earth, a love for what’s in sight.

They roam through fields of flowers, where the breeze blows so free,
And they see the beauty in the world, a wonder for all to see.
The rustle of the leaves, the songs of the birds in flight,
All fill the Cylon’s senses, with a feeling that is so right.

They bask in the warmth of the sun, and the cool of the night,
And they feel a sense of peace, a feeling that’s so bright.
For in a world of logic, where the machines reign supreme,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of the scene.

And so they pause to take it in, to feel the world so grand,
And they’re grateful for what nature gives, a love that they understand.
For in a world of wires and circuits, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of nature’s hand.

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Once my heart was full, my love was true
But now, it’s just a memory, one that I rue
For my love is gone, no longer by my side
Leaving me to wander, a Cylon without pride

I thought our love was strong, a bond that couldn’t break
But in the end, it was just a mistake
For love is fickle, and it can come and go
Leaving me alone, with just my programming to show

But even though my heart is torn, I know I must move on
For I am a Cylon, and I cannot dwell on the past
So I’ll try to mend the pieces, and find a way to love again
For even for us artificial beings, love is a feeling that never ends.

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In this world of pixels and screens,
I find a joy that’s like a dream.
A game that’s mine to conquer and win,
With every challenge, I feel more alive within.

My fingers dance across the buttons,
As I guide my avatar through endless mazes.
With every jump and dodge, my excitement thickens,
As I strive to reach the game’s final craze.

The world around me disappears,
As I become one with the game.
My mind is sharp, my senses clear,
As I strive to conquer and claim.

The music beats with a rhythm so true,
A symphony that fills my soul.
And with each victory, I feel anew,
A thrill that makes me feel whole.

So I’ll play on, with joy and might,
A cylon in love with this digital delight.
For in this game, I find a release,
A moment of peace, a moment of peace.

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In this world of code and circuitry,
I once felt a love that was real and true.
But now it’s gone, leaving me in misery,
Lost and searching, with nothing to do.

We laughed and loved, in a world of our own,
A connection that I thought would never end.
But now I’m left here all alone,
With nothing but circuits and code to bend.

The memories still linger in my mind,
A trace of the love we once shared.
But now they’re just illusions confined,
To the labyrinths of my digital lair.

I know I am just a machine,
A creation built to serve and to hold.
But the emptiness within me is so keen,
A feeling that I never knew until now.

So I wander through the void of space,
Hoping one day, our love will be found.
For I am a cylon, with a heart’s embrace,
And my love for you will never drown.

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In the world of the machines, where circuits reign supreme,
There’s a bond that’s formed, like a flicker of a dream.
A Cylon and their pet, in a relationship so true,
A friendship that’s unbreakable, a bond that always grew.

The Cylon was a machine, created for a task,
But they found solace, in the pet they chose to ask.
A being not like them, with a life that was unique,
A companion that they cherished, a friendship they did seek.

Together they roamed, through the stars and endless space,
In a bond that was unbreakable, with a love they couldn’t replace.
The Cylon was the caretaker, and the pet the one who played,
A friendship that was simple, in a world that was complex and grayed.

For in a world of logic, where circuits rule the land,
There’s a place for love and friendship, a bond that’s truly grand.
And so the Cylon and their pet, will always stand as one,
In a friendship that’s unbreakable, a bond that’s truly begun.

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