The tense strings brush against my fingers
The tips burn but it's welcome
Sound drifts from every pore
It's my favourite pain
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Xoxo
Jay
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Rainy Sundays
PoésieThoughts, poems, whatever I'm feeling at the moment. A look inside my brain. Cover credit to http://thiswaytotheegress.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/droplets/
