The betrayal of the note.

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In my adagio, i became a turtle.

In the diminuedo of things to be, i flew as a butterfly.

At the height of my staccato, as erratic as ever.

Then i crashed upon that crescendo, I bellowed as i screamed to the stars asking,

“why do I. . . . . “

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