He saw me on the other side of the glass-
the chasm which separates us into two different worlds
His eyes were filled with wanting.
'twas all over his face, he didn't need any words.
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Difficult to decide a cry or a smile of a guitar on being played by a guitar man so wildly.
Thank you. :) Indeed, friend.
Indeed, friend. Thank you! :)