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May 2019
I cut off my ears
at a beautiful note

And fall in love when
it's a screeching sound

I gauge my eyes out
with the violin's bow

The audience claps
so I take a bow

Lately, I have been dΓ©tachΓ©-d
Colorful melody, no strings attached

Take the strings of the violin
Tie them around my neck

I grab the neck
of the violin, choke myself
and say

Violence is yet
another instrument
I can't play.
DG
Written by
DG  15/Greendale
(15/Greendale)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, --- and E Morris
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