stripped bare

Dare you to move.

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The melodious riffs from the acoustic guitar.
The build-up from the beats of the bass.
The long, tugging whines of the electric guitar.
The definite rhythm of the percussions.
The smooth rise and fall of the vocals.
The emotions behind the unexpected falsetto.

Sometimes the words become superfluous.

Written by smudgi3

March 25, 2008, Tuesday at 23:30

Posted in Dear Diary

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