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Metal strings, triangle pick, painted board, mind plays tricks. Humming noise; the silence clicks. Dust on frets, bent-down spine, aching chords, blurred by time. Still, I hum... though not in rhyme.
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Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC
Calluses on My Fingertips
Metal strings, triangle pick, painted board, mind plays tricks. Humming noise; the silence clicks. Dust on frets, bent-down spine, aching chords, blurred by time. Still, I hum... though not in rhyme.
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23/F/India
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC
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