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Who sees me play my Instrument?
Who sees me write my songs?
Who sees the bright red music,
Shocking, wet and long?
Who sees me play my Instrument?
Who sees me work the strings?
It is a secrete how I pluck
Such notes and sweetly sing.
Who sees me play my Instrument?
Tis just a silly game...
I've only had to call for help
To keep me somewhat sane.
Who sees me play my Instrument?
Surely no one knows!
Tis but a simple razor blade
That on my skin does blow.

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Creativity - Poem published by Anonymous (not verified) 6 months ago ()

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This by far is one of the

This by far is one of the saddest peoms i've ever heard. Why my heart truly bleeds with sorrow for who ever this is by.

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