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A part of me through joy and strain.
For what I make is more than gold—
It carries warmth within the cold.
A part of me through joy and strain.
For what I make is more than gold—
It carries warmth within the cold.
But hollow paths don’t lead to true.
I craft with purpose, not for fame,
Each step a pulse, each touch a name.
At dawn, I feel it once again,
The chance to build, to break the chain.
A product more than lines and clicks,
A heartprint etched in what it picks.
But hollow paths don’t lead to true.
I craft with purpose, not for fame,
Each step a pulse, each touch a name.
At dawn, I feel it once again,
The chance to build, to break the chain.
A product more than lines and clicks,
A heartprint etched in what it picks.
Is part of me, and something new.
A piece of soul in every part,
A living, breathing work of heart.
Will others feel the care I give?
The way it moves, the way it lives?
Not just to function, but to spark,
A moment’s light within the dark.
Is part of me, and something new.
A piece of soul in every part,
A living, breathing work of heart.
Will others feel the care I give?
The way it moves, the way it lives?
Not just to function, but to spark,
A moment’s light within the dark.
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