Simple.
A taste of bitter sweet.
Something so melancholy and slow.
Yet it cuts you deep.
A burning passion that drives the melody...
Creepin through your skin.
Pain.
Suspension.
Frustration.
A sigh of relief.
Satisfaction.
And dissatisfaction.
I love it. and I am ready to play.
CB
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