Source:randomthoughtsforabeautifulgirl
Play me a love song.
Rhyme me a sad tale.
The woe of heartbroken lovers
whose tinny cries take to the air.
The needle rides the grooves.
Around in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end.
Like a tear that won’t fall.
A sad song with no end
that echoes for eternity.
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