personality construct

The cello pulls me in
    to the way your Silverhand strings
                                    his       guitar
                      & maybe the painting
            of us is just a story arc

   but the truth is the song
                            where lyrics are born
                     in blood, sweat and palpitation
            your heart is the instrument

                          to which I pledge allegiance



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