You forge my organic addiction
with your tones of molten gold,
gleaming metallic notes of silver
-hardened, embossed, and cold
Tempered like its artisan,
gleaming filings, burnished steel,
in your element with a cutting edge,
branded irons for you to wield
Your song, a unique alloy,
played in a solid baritone,
on a cleverly artificed instrument
in a tone which is truly your own.
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