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rock' n' roll. TO DETONATE
ROCKS.
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Ballad ver; soul strings'
Leather Breathes
Strings Scream.
24/7 STRINGS [ Midnight Silence 😒 ]
Distortion speaks clearer than silence.
Guitar (&) Strings 摇滚明星.
• — Built From Riffs Wreckage.
Fingers carve sonatas into steel strings
each note a convulsion, each bend a
howl from marrow.
Electricity crackles in every tremor,
melting silence into distortion and grit.
[ •• ] .. Leather clings like a second skin;
Sweat pools where chaos meets rhythm.
The guitar doesn’t sing seethes, snarling
through amplifiers like a beast stitched.
... ... ... Every riff rractures the air, every chord tears at gravity. not a show an
eruption, grunge rock'n'stars.
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