words etched in soulful meaning
they remind me of the taunting.
record player spiraling in a cycle
they remind me of her perpetual pain.
the precious voice of shiloh singing
and my tears begin to dance.—
" i sometimes wonder - is it okay to feel? "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poetry❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...