the world is scratched,
caught,
repeating the same line
over and over
again, stuck in
the same song
on the ancient turn
table.
it's the only song we know,
each new
soul, puts his hand on
the needle
and drops it down
to start again.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
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I like this one.
We are all
going around
in circles
chasing our
tails.
Haha. YOU say that but in a fresher way. Love ya! (Note: Different from 'i love you.") haha.
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