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.

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