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The engine runs Powerful, smooth, reliable, But misdirected: Pushing everything towards the cliff. There's only enough space For a courageous maneuver Out of the bridge Out of the road Into the uncertainties Of the sideways. Every delay Is hope turning into risk A maneuver getting harder to perform, A latent accident emerging Due to the fear of decision. Deadlines urge us into action, No excuses, no overthinking.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
The deadline
The engine runs Powerful, smooth, reliable, But misdirected: Pushing everything towards the cliff. There's only enough space For a courageous maneuver Out of the bridge Out of the road Into the uncertainties Of the sideways. Every delay Is hope turning into risk A maneuver getting harder to perform, A latent accident emerging Due to the fear of decision. Deadlines urge us into action, No excuses, no overthinking.
danilosteck
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29/M/São Paulo
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
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