I heard you play your guitar
The song played wept in the wind
So I listened,
As your fingers, broken ploughed through the cords
Ceaselessly, back and forth, your palms moved
Tearing away the pains that clung to your soul
The clouds sailed away with each tearful stroke
And I hope your pain too…
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