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#octaves
getting some more work done with a home to sell soon wondering if this home will sell in times like these cleaning, packing, ranking, shifting, loading, driving uprooting myself from this borough forever choosing no longer to be a man of big towns liking no longer the trendy crowds of the loud walking out of crowds after hitting middle years sitting like a lone bear who stares at the wide sky
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
uprooting myself
You didn’t live up to him. Not even close. Your hard exterior weighed me down, Your inferiority was an inconvenience. But you had scars and so did I. You had a story that I’ll never know, Of the place and people you left to be played by me. They labeled you used but I took you anyway. We bonded slowly but surely, Each note in our symphony coming out less strained. I just wanted to create. I wanted to make something important. He couldn’t do that for me. But we, my darling, will accomplish the impossible, stretching to octaves unheard of. Our hearts beating to the rhythm of our future, Our tone touching their souls. Take a bow, my love,for your scratches and cracks don’t matter here.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Igor
It bothers me so: My voice cannot reach that high. I want to awe them, But I can barely reach D; So don't laugh now when I squeak.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
D5