He hides in his make shift sound room and plays his guitar, escaping from me so distant but not far. He wants to happy and sings a hopeful song. That’s what he does to recooperate and be strong. He doesn’t want to be saved by me he’s comfortable alone. When he gets in these spells he is cold as stone. I will just wait and anticipate, the next series of events, that both of us cause by and how we tango. He has a tough shell like coconut but insides are soft as a mango. And When he’s ready oh how he’ll shine! I love this young man of mine!
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