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She’s laying beside me Adorned in a grey bathing suit Her finger running up and down my arm Like a violinist’s bow Perched I peer down at her My head craned to meet her gaze Staring out at me from
My love is a blues guitar
Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune
My love is a blues guitar
Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune