Scratches
on the disc
Form Concentric Ruts
They play
What they heard
No ifs, no buts
The grooves
linger long
Deeper, it gets
Happiness
Eludes
Deeper regrets
The disc
Rotates
Needle rides along
Scratch by scratch
Plays
The preset song
Old song plays
memories paralyse
Mind stuck in past
Eyes well up
heart aches
Poison surges fast
Shake of the head
Shrug of the shoulder
Breaks the crippling trance
Yes, it’s just a song
Why shouldn’t
There be a new dance
And then
We danced
With not a care
Making new ruts
Louder ones, and no way not in tune
For
I simply couldn’t care
Beautiful
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