A fit of rage
A string of broken pearls
Never to be worn again.
Entreaties
Fell on deaf ears
The reason for such an act
Screams its existence.
Silence screams
So does the bare neck
Once delightfully adorned
Now mercilessly mocked
Adequately abandoned.
A rage fit for a king
Unbecoming
Of any one else.
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