Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
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"you and - me,
we traversed at the eve
of the colossal pages
of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt
there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of ruins that our ancestors treaded once in yore.
a phonograph for a dreamer.
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