my guitar playin was good.
now i doesn't sound
like it think i should.
old strings?
no sing.
dead rust?
red dust.
the look
the sound
all around around
is dead.
in my head.
in my head head.
and my fingers
they ain't no more singers
like they could be.
or they was.
was was.
but they keep tryin.
some
times.
frustratedly ever
after.
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