The thundering, hammering pinpricks.

I am loved under the hand, just sew.

I take the hits and keep moving forward,

There is no choice.

 

We turn corners together –

His hands and my sides.

Screaming in pain I am drowned out

By the machines squealing whirk.

 

The Master shapes me,

I don’t understand,

But I wait and persist.

I do not break.

I still exist.

 

More beautiful, more useful

Than ever before.

 

http://freelistenonline.com/artist/Ren%25c3%25a9%2BAubry

(Only link I could find to hear it online)

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