Luthier ’s Lament. #ADJ 🪬🎙️.. Musical Department (soul of melodic.)
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Craft not tunes: Fleeting cheer’
Hymns for hearts that—burn &. Break
Each lyric forgeds ( 🫀🌀. )

“other sake @FrankNotOceann .. ”
No rhyme is placed without cost, each line a part 📓 what he’s lost. from grief
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So scripts, unseen, unsung by many—A polyhistor of pain in metered hush. 📿 And when the song ends, so subtly sublime, Even silence hums in haunted hush.
📣 CHECK SOUND!

In candlelit corners where silence resounds, A bard bends words into opulent sounds. 👀🆒 .. Each verse is a prism, each line a disguise—A thesaurus of thunder behind poet’s eyes.

crafts with a chisel of eloquent tone, Carving out stanzas from marrow and bone. Not content with “love,” 🚩 reaches for “yearn,” And “sorrow” becomes “embers that never return.”
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FRANK OCEAN ’S 1999
DONT STOP WRITTING ABOUT.
“Meaningfull—words“ 🫀🎙️

melodies whisper in polysyllables, Dancing through arias, sharp and ineffable. Where others write rain, invokes “lamentation,” A tempest of syntax, a storm of sensation.

So when his song climbs
to a falcon-winged peak,
It sings not for common,
but rare words to speak. 💋

And those who listen may not always decode—But they feel every flourish deep down in their soul. 📓🪬
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candle’s hush, he carves a verse, With lexicons both 🌀 rich and terse. No common tongue shall pass his lips, But velvet words in veiled eclipse. 🫀📓
THE THESAURIST. ©
rhymes are stitched in sable thread,
With syllables the dead have said.
A troubadour with thoughts arcane,
He bleeds his soul through rich refrain.

Where others sing of love or pain,
calls it limerence in rain. A 🌟
heartbreak? No—a dolorous ache,
With threnodies in its wake.

ℹ️ AS LISTENER & ENTHUSIASM.
scours tomes for just one phrase, A single spark to set ablaze A stanza born of ancient root, Where “song” becomes a dulcet lute. 🌀🆒
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Metaphor is his domain, Each line a labyrinth of brain. weaves with perspicacity The storm and still of ecstasy. pen—a wand, his breath—a spell, Each lyric casts a citadel. And though 🆒🎙️ the crowd may miss the sign, The stars all shimmer when he rhymes.

MEANWHILE THE MUSIC IS
SOUL FROM THE DEATH SOUL
🫀📿 TO A YOUTH SOUL.
to dump the songs maker journal, and lyrics meaning that gets to valid to life. 😡
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