Her name is val
when I hold her close
the music she makes
sets me aflame
her neck long and slender
with a tiny little head
oh but the rounded body
without her, I feel dead
I hold her close
she does not mind
I play her stings
she lets out a whine
she is my guitar
and no matter where I go
I will take her with me
I can not be me, without her
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