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Sound: The hum of a patient amp wraps around your moving lips A silent symphony screams in my ears but grows silent as the clean ring of a guitar flows from your dancing fingers Dial up the gain I can hear the toast crumbs against chilling marmalade hear the sing of smoke-ridden lungs with the crisp chirp of an early bird. Touch: Callused taps steel strings warmed from fleeting fingers sliding up and down the brisk wooden limb waking up from its slumber. Soft groove of a joystick sweaty plastic buttons you were the exciting buzz that vibrated in my palm when I hit that combo
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
When I'm with You
Sound: The hum of a patient amp wraps around your moving lips A silent symphony screams in my ears but grows silent as the clean ring of a guitar flows from your dancing fingers Dial up the gain I can hear the toast crumbs against chilling marmalade hear the sing of smoke-ridden lungs with the crisp chirp of an early bird. Touch: Callused taps steel strings warmed from fleeting fingers sliding up and down the brisk wooden limb waking up from its slumber. Soft groove of a joystick sweaty plastic buttons you were the exciting buzz that vibrated in my palm when I hit that combo
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
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