Twisting through dawn and dusk, cutting time's marks on the line.
Calluses on my fingers, hardened medals of toil;
Every process carves unyielding lines in my stride.
Beneath the daily clamor of machines,
Tenderness hides—like mending my child's buttons with care—
I hammer steel to shape the day, yet weave starlight in the air.

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