Led by her shaking hand
It can feel her burning pain
Along the board
It knows that it can
Nothing at all

Another tear's dropping on
It steams it off, quickly gone
She is chained
To a manly man
Not an iron

   Will she notice
   What it feels for her
   It would promise
   To never burn her

It slides around and soothes folds
Of delicate materials
Though its knob bleeds
For her crumpled soul
Is beyond reach

So it sighs steaming out
In a light warming cloud
Shutting in
What it wants to shout
And keep sliding

   Not fine enough
   It's a freaky wire
   It would switch off
   For one of her smiles

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