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May 2015
She plays her skin like a violin
Armed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show.
Passion is bled with no words said.
For this song is just instrumental.
And when the girl falls down without a sound.
She can't make it to the recital.
Broken Violin by Author Unknown
Written by
Yasmine Fuentes
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