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Lunar
Poems
Oct 2016
the cords and strings
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
even if some things do not exist anymore, there will always be other existing things that remind us of those and we can never escape from it.
11/13 of the Pocketry Series.
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#strum
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