Strings Of My Guitar 🎸

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A hand of a sculptor
affiliate of a portraitist's mind
paints, 
pink hues upon violet strokes
on a canvas of my imagery.

Looks switch betwixt I and an aisle
adroitly strokes are casted 
emerging into a human facade.

A tear streams down a mane
slithers
 to strings of my guitar.

@juliuscseguya


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