The tune I emit is bittersweet.
Twangs of broken chords
Amidst a singing melody

Up the scale, then crashing down.
The strings, somehow,
Are too tightly wound.

I am in your control- At the mercy of your hands.
Do you want me to weep? I do.
At your command, I dance.

You pluck me and fuck me till there is no harmony.
I am just like your guitar.
Once again, you have played me.
 
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