Before I Begin
Hesitant. My fingers,
scrape upon a string,
that sings of you. Before,
I begin, I can hear,
the beautiful scrape,
of hes-i-ta-tion-
I can hear the si-lence-
it re-minds me of you.
Hesitant. My finger,
scrapes upon a string,
that sings to me,
only of you.
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