As an engineer with a heart of steel,
In circuits and wires, I find my zeal.
But within the schematics, I yearn for more,
A poet's soul, deep at my core.
With precision, I calculate and design,
Yet in verses and rhymes, my spirit shines.
In the quiet of night, I pen my lines,
Crafting poetry that truly defines.
My words flow like currents in the night,
A symphony of thoughts, pure and bright.
For in the world of equations and math,
I find solace in the poet's path.
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