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I am ivory and ebony. I am her sanctuary.
She takes meticulous care of me and I, in turn,
Reward her by proudly sounding my taut strings.
Light from a high window illuminates my shiny black surface.
Admired by all that see and hear me,
I soothe sorrow and frustration with a few melodious tones.
Through concertos and ballads,
My heart soars with the lithe fingers of my soul mate.

But time passes quickly. My elegant airs gradually cease.
She visits me for the last time, with a sorrowful look in her eye.
I am silently covered with cloth, and wait patiently for nothing.
I gather dust; my delicate strings grow brittle with disuse.
My keys ache for exercise; and grow weaker with each moment.
Then the darkness ends. My confining cloth is stripped away.
I am suddenly caressed by a new set of slender, young hands.
My future holds promise, like the dawning of a new day.
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Submitted on May 02, 2011

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There isn't really much to me. I like to sit and watch and listen to people. I observe more than interact, but don't get me wrong, I love to socialize. I just don't seek to be the center of attention all the time. I love reading, writing, and learning. I am working toward several degrees in Anthropology. Sometimes I love people, sometimes I hate people. I'm terrified of sharks and utterly despise barbecue sauce. What else...I'm very much a Gemini, my Love Language is Quality Time, and according to Myers-Briggs/Jung/Keirsey tests, I'm an INFP or an Idealist/Healer. With that, you'll know everything there is to know about me. Google it, fool.Also, if I didn't write, I'd probably die. more…

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