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I watched you turn into something

You promised you’d never be.

All content in complacency’s cocoon.

Exploring unknown territory.

Downward transformation,

Less graceful, more faithful

To a cause I probably could not hate more.

If tried,

I stand ready to clip the wings of your inner butterfly.

You flew too far from the truth.

You’ll have to pay when time decides it needs reimbursing.

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