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-"Old nail, why linger yet so straight for, All rust, but spirit still unshaken, When everything around has been forsaken, And all your brothers wither on the floor? You last, and there's no point in lasting: No petty beam, no structure to support, For once a great design has fallen short. Yours is just a sad and aimless waiting." -"It's true, I have long outlived my purpose, It's true I've been forsaken, I suppose. Green woodbine is now crawling through this wall, I know I'll soon be garbage to the tinker. And yet there's a reason why I linger: I linger 'cause I'm choosing not to fall."
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Garbage to the tinker
-"Old nail, why linger yet so straight for, All rust, but spirit still unshaken, When everything around has been forsaken, And all your brothers wither on the floor? You last, and there's no point in lasting: No petty beam, no structure to support, For once a great design has fallen short. Yours is just a sad and aimless waiting." -"It's true, I have long outlived my purpose, It's true I've been forsaken, I suppose. Green woodbine is now crawling through this wall, I know I'll soon be garbage to the tinker. And yet there's a reason why I linger: I linger 'cause I'm choosing not to fall."
Inspired in "Più Avanti", by Almafuerte
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
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