Saturday, February 4, 2012

scattered images inside the box,
strings etched with old rugged blood,
tuners rotated all directions,
oiled them for a few actions,
enchanting chords reborned there,
while a few strings stumbled in rare,
slow down,lie down,
Remember its just u n me.
I am your hand,your hand is the extension of my extravagant night-The rockstar.

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