My CAPTCHA winrate is zero percent. Plain and simple.

Lines connect into the art Many eyes watch over craft We can safely pick apart This very tiny fragile draft

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I speak in notes but have no tongue, My songs are played, not ever sung. Through wood or brass or tightened thread, I give each note its voice instead.

When I’m false, I’m a cruel and bitter trickery. When I’m blind, I’m youthful and perhaps naive. But everybody needs a bit of me in their lives. Something to supplement dreams, or to be a beacon in a sea of despair.