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Broken Violin

In a deep hot

Summer night

I was nobodies fool

Playing poorly

My broken violin

For no ones ears

But my own

2 thoughts on “Broken Violin

  1. Playing the wisdom act, eh? Sometimes, it’s better to be alone, than to be caught up in someone else’s game.

    Good piece. I sense how the subject, within it, wishes to hear their own melodies, and perhaps to do so to comprehend another step forward in their life.

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