I am all things,like the strings on a banjo,plucked
slow and easy,
making music to please you,
and you are the plectrum
that strums me
numbs me
and melodically I crumble at your touch,
did you know how much the music
means?
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
I am all things,like the strings on a banjo,plucked
slow and easy,
making music to please you,
and you are the plectrum
that strums me
numbs me
and melodically I crumble at your touch,
did you know how much the music
means?
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