Melodic crooning,
as you stroke your six string guitar,
the dynamics of the strong and weak beat,
as your foot taps out a singular dull thud,
the ripples in your scotch catches my eye,
my cigarette dangles on the tips of my lips,
sweat beads,
drip from my skin,
my bodies sweating,
my fibers push the lactic acid,
I can feel the music in my bones,
I'll sleep sweet tonight.
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