Scratches on the discForm Concentric RutsThey playWhat they heardNo ifs, no butsThe grooveslinger longDeeper, it getsHappiness EludesDeeper regretsThe disc RotatesNeedle rides alongScratch by scratch PlaysThe preset songOld song playsmemories paralyseMind stuck in pastEyes well upheart achesPoison surges fastShake of the headShrug of the shoulderBreaks the crippling tranceYes, it’s just a songWhy shouldn’t There be aContinue reading “Scratches on the Disc…and I dance”
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