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Guitar melodies making your heart beat like my head under the blushing sun, my fingers just as red over time, yet from that conversation feelings were scraped, and after a break, my guitar play improved along with my human condition.
I regretted loving and losing you over my frets. Now with you gone, I only play for myself and God, talk to my best friends deepening and my dear audience growing, letting my strings sing after my soul, strumming and straining my chords as I train my composure and finetune my pride. Guitar melodies making your heart beat like my head under the blushing sun, my fingers just as red over time, yet from that conversation feelings were scraped, and after a break, my guitar play improved along with my human condition. I regretted loving and losing you over my frets. Now with you gone, I only play for myself and God, talk to my best friends deepening and my dear audience growing, letting my strings sing after my soul, strumming and straining my chords as I train my composure and finetune my pride.
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