My keyboard.
My sweet therapy,
My keyboard,
How I enjoy your presence,
Precisely, how you accommodate me, happily.
Regardless of how I whine,
I wonder if my noise makes you want to break apart,
And perhaps, hinder me from ever coming in contact with you,
But, on second thought I think you love me,
As I, admist no one willing to acknowledge your importance has accredited you,
I believe you must be glued to me,
For when you have only but a few listening to you,
You value their mere presence.
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