With a machine heart in your chest

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Frankie Crabtree

A heart made of metal
So I don’t have to feel.
A heart that’s as cold
As pure steel.
All the gears work,
A little too well.
For I love so much
My life is a living hell.
I oil this heart of mine
With a love that’s pure
But no love ever comes back
No one loves me,
of this, I’m sure.