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A single D string resounds through the concert hall, the tone pure, the space responsive. The rest is silence.
The hall waits, expectant. Crowds fill the thousand seats, hungry for the Teleman Viola Concerto.
She succumbs to their desires, plays with passion, sweetness, fire. Her viola steals their souls for an hour, then returns them, refreshed and fulfilled.
The hall waits, expectant. Crowds fill the thousand seats, hungry for the Teleman Viola Concerto.
She succumbs to their desires, plays with passion, sweetness, fire. Her viola steals their souls for an hour, then returns them, refreshed and fulfilled.
A poem I submitted for my final portfolio in Creative Writing.
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