Gramophone Swooped slap Brush Brush Crackety-crackle Fizz. Pierce my wrinkles Hear me roar. We're going in circles, Round and round. I listened I listened I listened Did you listen? "The same white noise" He claimed he was borrowed. "The same white lies" I knew he was stolen. Crack. Split. Shatter. Thick, black, broken mirrors screaming guilt. I've got a collection.
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