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His Favorite Instrument

He played me like his favorite instrument
He enjoyed plucking my strings
Just to hear me sing
He loved my melodies
And the harmonious music I made
He marveled at the craftsmanship
And the way I was made
The melodious sounds I would make
He confessed I soothed his soul
And would often trap him
In a fictitious world
That was conjured up in his head
But, he never truly wanted to keep me
Or take me everywhere he went
I was just his favorite instrument
That when he wanted to hear the wonderful music
He would pick up and play
Only to put back in the corner
To collect dust
Until he wanted me again


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Written by BSavvy
Published | Edited 4th Aug 2016
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