Inside my fiddle

Living inside a violin

The “f” holes’ light entering

warming up the space, my skin

Leaving the house of selfishness

This room full of hate

Abandoning the farming place

Living surrounded by music

The “f” never “C” holes light

Warming up my hands, this white face

Leaving if you leave me ’cause of your selfishness

This head full of rage

Abandoning the farming place

Choosing to live inside my violin

No windows nor doors but “f” holes

The warmest light owning up the space

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