My Second Hand Six String

  My Second Hand Six String Obstructing light coming into the room it stands by the windowsill raven body smooth as jet, covered in Irish cream droplets. Carved hard into the surface, around its hollowed mouth an everlasting smell of chestnuts roasting and freshly cut oak trees. There my guitar sits on a golden stand,... Continue Reading →

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