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Music

I swear your hands can do anything.
The melody I feel in my heart
parallels the chills I feel on my skin.
My eyes closed, I can see you,
see the softness.
Your blistered hands graze mine
and my rush fades
as I fall
into your concentrated stare.
Your guitar strings shiver,
And my usual smile
spreads all the way to you.




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