Even through the soup of medium
wave
I heard that glimmer of guitar, a six-string
smile, riffing like a wink. Song devises codes
of joy; you broke every one, over and over.
I heard that glimmer of guitar, a six-string
smile, riffing like a wink. Song devises codes
of joy; you broke every one, over and over.
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