Source:randomthoughtsforabeautifulgirl
Sing 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.
Round in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end,
like a tear refusing to fall.
A song without an end.
The melody echoes through eternity.
One jump and scratch at a time.
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