Broken Strings
Broken strings
A thoughtless crime
Someone has committed
To my violin.
String curled,
Bow bent like a pretzel,
The neck is in two.
Grief struck me
To find something so amazing
Destroyed from anger,
Surely someone must pay
For damaging my instrument.
I thought about it for a second...
I don't recall even owning a violin.
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