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At some stage my heart was like a vending machine

Delivering emotions like requests, like a bag of wafers or drinks

Instant at most, sometimes staggered, awaiting a nudge

Collecting my own unhappiness fed unto me

To the top shelf was love, the most sought after

Constantly restocked for the ones that bought

For tender that was coins of lies, pretense, and fallacy

Yet it vended in disciplined fortitude and with  accuracy

To the second was care, most desired yet less recognised

Set in a channel of unending for those that need

For tender that was blatant inconsideration and apathy

Yet it vended calm and composed in all it's empathy

To the lower shelves was friendship, often ignored

Not restocked often and set in limited quantities

For tender that was just of tender words and validation

Yet it remained unsold, expiring in days of stagnation 

Then one fateful day, I was unplugged, set free

I was awakened by a tender heart and made to see

For tender that was surrender and just to be

I woke to be human, as she held on to sing to me