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Head down looking at the strings that she plucked on her guitar, Hair just short above the collar of her shirt, Mouthing to every piece that she's playing, Nodding to every notes that she pressed, It's hard not to fall to that sight. But one must remember the danger of falling, And denying it will only make it worse. All that one can do is stay, In what follows, at least that much is better for both of them. -HIY
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
With her guitar
Head down looking at the strings that she plucked on her guitar, Hair just short above the collar of her shirt, Mouthing to every piece that she's playing, Nodding to every notes that she pressed, It's hard not to fall to that sight. But one must remember the danger of falling, And denying it will only make it worse. All that one can do is stay, In what follows, at least that much is better for both of them. -HIY
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
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