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Feb 2015
Strumming my fingers
Through your arms
As if I'm gently
Playing my guitar.
Music in the background
As if each vein,
trying to scream aloud,
whispers a sad
Yet beautiful story
Your scars try so hard to hide.
And it's funny because he does this without realizing.
Aggie W
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