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Guitar
Calluses on my hands, my fingertips are numb.
I play until I can't.
Nothing left unsung.
The strokes of my hands, the motions repeatedly.
The strings make noise, noise that pleases me.
Lost in a trance, the wavelengths set me free.
The guitar held in hand, extending my reach.
My fingertips go numb,
The guitar is part of me.
Nothing left unsung,
I play until I can't.
With a single strum, by the wave of my hand.
