The record keeps skipping
Maybe the vinyl has warped
And the
Tape Deck has been fussy of late
|
(Uncooperative)
Maybe I can lower
The volume of my voice
Coarse
Like sandpaper
Rubbing my lips raw
And
Maybe you can raise yours
Sweet
Thick as honey
Running down your lip so enticing
We can speak until
The sun screams orange
Until the world ceases
To exist
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