extendedmetaphor
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It's so hard for us to operate.
We're broken machines.
There must be a kink in our wires,
or rust in our rings.
Tarnished metal and bent-up parts.
You're my tin man
and I'm your tin girl.
Friendship is an apple tree –
In spring it sprouts its tender, green shoots
With a gardener’s soft, whispering touch
In summer it flourishes:
Strong, brown branches clothed in a silk green garment
