part 3
recalling the beauty of your instrument
makes me want to sing.
you tell me
you'll be my toy--
if that's what i want.
i want
to play into the night
hitting high notes
and strumming bass lines.
i've noticed
i'm having difficulty
erasing the handprints you left behind.
you wanted me to know something...
i want to make sure
i got the message.
come
here...
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