Stringed Hurts

ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳⁱᶜ ᶜᵘᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉᵃ •hiatus• 07/26/20

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String my soul,

Weave them in notes.

The hurts I cried,

The hurts I mourned.

Lilt sweet hymns,

Caressing my sanity.

Which side to be,

Which me to see?

Play me like music,

Each bow to your will.

I've surrendered mine,

Long ago.

Stringed Hurts-[IC]String my soul,
[IC]Weave them in notes.
[IC]The hurts I cried,
[IC]The hurts I mourned.

[IC]Lilt sweet h

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