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Literature Text
Sometimes it’s funny
That love can be
In such simple things
Such simplicity
Lies in many things
From food
To books
Guitars…
My only love
Is not alive
But it is alive
When I touch it
Strum it
Play it
Hold it…
His skin is black,
As black as ashes
Rosewood fret
With skulls on it
6 thick strings…
That are still brand new
A fairly heavy body
But still light when I hold it
Who’d of thought
That love…
Had strings attached to it?
What a crazy world I live in
That love can be
In such simple things
Such simplicity
Lies in many things
From food
To books
Guitars…
My only love
Is not alive
But it is alive
When I touch it
Strum it
Play it
Hold it…
His skin is black,
As black as ashes
Rosewood fret
With skulls on it
6 thick strings…
That are still brand new
A fairly heavy body
But still light when I hold it
Who’d of thought
That love…
Had strings attached to it?
What a crazy world I live in
Okay, the translated part of my poem "Mi Amor." I knew some people wouldn't quite understand it...Well here ya go
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Lol you must really love your guitar then 
guitarophile?
guitarophile?