Damage

There was a time when I could strike
My guitar and make it howl with pain
As I intended and allowed it to talk
Only when I had it in my hands

And it growled when I held it
Made a large meaty bark that echoed
Far and wide to reach the ears
Of those who held sympathy for music

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