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I've already done it,
keeping it all inside.
There's always a limit.
My voice needed to hide.
Those were my younger years,
the time when I can scream it all,
the time when it's free to drop tears,
and the time when I can easily call.
Now, I tried to keep
my voice so low,
but no matter how deep
it is, it has always been a 'no.'
Hoping it will still sound
as good as before,
there's no pitch I found
as high as I make at four.
All these songs and hymns
are so loud, so high...
Highest notes on treble's reams,
I sang, but I can't. Oh, why?
Below the treble is the bass
and the notes that can be reached by my wing.
This is one of the easiest ways,
but at least, I know how to sing.
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
