ukulele

my heart was a ukulele
handcrafted
for her delicate fingers

yet
in a fit of rage
the strings all were snapped

now
it is
but a piece of wood

left discarded
with
the rest of the trash

memories of it’s song
like spiderwebs
in the corner of the room

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