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Scratched Vinyl

Broken records playing in minds

sometimes truth,

partially it binds, telling of things already known…damnit I promise I’m not that slow!

Broken records playing in minds…

Alone I was born, torn from time collapsed

melting points capped, leaving us a trap

I die inside every day, just to rise again

Struggle to picture your face, yet your voice still remains in my head space

Lost in life now lost in love

waiting to be released like the pure white dove…