the record, still on
the turntable, skipping, stuck
in a small grooved
scratch, repeating over
and over the same words,
the same few notes,
until you get up
and lift the needle,
setting it on another track.
how easy it is to make
life right sometimes,
when things feel like they
will never change, or
move on to another song.
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