I can’t be

I am not made of metals.
I am skin. I am blood.
Bone – however fragile – my most durable fabric.

I am ever aware of being breakable.
Not glass, but sentient.
[I am no kind of stone.]
The closest I come
is sediment, of broken pieces and time.

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