What would happen when my fingers bleed when I play my guitar (that doesn’t exist)?
Plucking clear strings
Pushing even further
As a cut appears
And blood flows down
One drop turns into a stream
A stream turns into a river
After all
The redness on my instument
Is from the blood on my guitar
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