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Black and White

March 17, 2008
By Anonymous

The cords of my life play like a mixed melody of experience
My eyes take in the black and whites
Singing them aloud
Hearing the sour and flats of the bad
The powerful notes of wild
And the angelic of the passionate
I take a stroll
Through the bars
Talking with the fermatas
Yelling with the crescendos
Having a quaint conversation with the passaggio
Skipping with the eighths
And sleeping with the wholes
Apart
They are sections, notes, symbols
But together they create MY symphony


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