I extend my hand
trying hard
not to show the calases
clinging to the tip of my fingers
musicians curse I guess
bearing their souls in words
and never knowing what it's like
to hold in our earthly pains
our options of society
stressing our points
always making ourselves known
it shows
even when I don't speak
just grasp
intertwine with my fingers
fell what been said there
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