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block of wood
Block of wood
6 Wires stretched tight
Thousands of emotions
Scream into the night
It can fuel my happiness
It can feed my pain
Help me reach the highest high
Or make me go insane
Express myself in solitude
Express myself on stage
Show the world my happiness
Show the world my rage
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Soul through hands
From wood to sound
Piercing light of honesty
Through darkness all around
An undiscovered country
Is laid within your hands
Many will enter, few will win
Less will understand
A cycle of twelve
In wood and steel
Tubes burn hot
With fires that heal
What I feel
Is what you hear
An amazing transfer
From soul to ear
The neck is but a canvas
Fingers but a brush
Pictures painted from the heart
Be it loud or but a hush
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Soul through hands
From wood to sound
Piercing light of honesty
Through darkness all around
An undiscovered country
Is laid within your hands
Many will enter, few will win
Less will understand
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SWM, tattooed, seeks meaningful tits and beer. Enjoys biker mags, pornography, and Sunday morning walks to the liquor store. Winners of erotic hot dog eating contests given priority.
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