Unplayed guitar strings
Unplayed guitar strings
resonate unseen when that
unheard tree comes down.
resonate unseen when that
unheard tree comes down.
posted by Pete Green at
20:27
13 January 2007
About Me
- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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- Eighty-fifth minute
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- Slow down, busy head
- Painting the bedroom
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