Tighten the straps
plug into Marshall
get lost in the blues
missing hues.
Skim through loves
held, tasted
and wasted.
Each star above a reminder
of those who played before
my time arrived
before twilight appeared
not on a sidewalk
a fake ass star.
Yes, tug those straps tighter
jolt my soul
let sounds within be bent
while humming a tune
seeing missing hues
you.
It has a beautiful rhythm 🎶
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Thank you much 🎶🌻
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