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virgin strings

do you honestly believe that just because she has those infamous violin hips that gives you any right to play her? you’ll be in for a rude awakening when you finally realize no sweet harmony will come from her you will not hold her by her delicate neck and drag your worn bow across her thin, virgin strings as if she was the first, or last orchestra instrument of yours do not forget about deep viola, and intuitive cello do not mock mighty trumpet and jazzy sax with your tenuous conductor’s wand you are no master of a spectacular concerto. go away Amadeus, you’ve lost your mind if you can sit down comfortably and think you won’t have to pay for defacing every instrument in this precious ensemble you once had. -11/13/17 c.m.
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secrxtstotell
16 / Cisgender Female / Riverdale, New York
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secrxtstotell
16 / Cisgender Female / Riverdale, New York
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Nov 13, 2017
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31·133
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#mozart#music#concerto#harmony#insanity
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