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Born from speed but i cause stillness, i cannot exist without multiple What am i?

I bend but never bow. I strike without a fist. I mark the spot where blows are taught. Yet feel them twice when missed. What am I?

Tickle my bones, and I'll begin singing, With each tap a tone, Each rib will be ringing

I come straight as an arrow, but I'm then twisted with care I'm metallic and thin as a strand of fine hair. I bind without glue, without punches, without tape My uses lie mostly within my bent shape.