Broken Chords
- LETTURE 112
- Voti 9
- Parti 5
My head is buzzing with ideas,
My hands are aching to write,
My voice is muffled, but my words are clear and sharp.
My heart is a broken accordion.
Unplayed.
Unloved.
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