Strings

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I can feel the sting on my fingertips
The vibrations through my skin
If time forbids, shields emerge
Pulsing swords piercing through flesh
Creating waves and movements
Sways and strums
Nods and hums
Taps and knocks

Up and down
Patterns and riffs
Melodies. Rhythms. Notes. Music.

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