Hands, feet ,bones and blood, carved tenderly out of the mud.
Yellowing eyes straining to see, the mass of flesh that is to become me.
Rocking back and forth singing a song, the creator tenderly knits an arm.
Here is a leg , a neck, and some lips, on the floor by his chair a pair of hips.
Flesh and metal,bits of leather, my creator puts me all together.
And when I am done what a wonder to behold, I am a steampunk girl android.
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