listen, it's confusion in violins. it's trepidation in the space between stretched fingers- long, like limbs of their own- tapping, committing keys to notes. Piano keys resist, like a note of friction itself until you pass a point where the hammer gains momentum and knocks against its string, its noted partner for life. Here, the agony of
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To see this stuff only read by us handful or Eric admirers in the web realm is tragic to the point of extremes unknown.
You're too good to not be published.
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