musicianship
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All along, he was memorizing Handel
The way he taught himself to worship
Fullness, Alberti bass...
That perfect
Wrong chord with one too many g sharps.
The way I breathed through his wax paper lungs
I still have a few kinks to work.Yeah, kinks....You knowThose tiny things about us that just don't seem to be rightThere's my hair, my skinAnd don't get me started on my body type
