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Her
holding tightly the guitar,
strumming, lock within his arms,
been his passion eversince,
music: through thick and thin
silently humming,
continously sighing,
secretly throwing some glances,
defensibly checking her previous pieces
he look at her direction,
breathe and pity her reaction,
he used to like her,
however, everything's late and over
he reach for his lover's hand,
hold it sofly and stand,
they loudly close the door,
a crumpled paper fell on the floor
she half-heartedly smile
whispered, "will I ever be fine?"
strumming, lock within his arms,
been his passion eversince,
music: through thick and thin
silently humming,
continously sighing,
secretly throwing some glances,
defensibly checking her previous pieces
he look at her direction,
breathe and pity her reaction,
he used to like her,
however, everything's late and over
he reach for his lover's hand,
hold it sofly and stand,
they loudly close the door,
a crumpled paper fell on the floor
she half-heartedly smile
whispered, "will I ever be fine?"
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