Needle poised, quiet stakes its claim—
groove’s canyon hums our throat’s refrain.
Hips align to revolutions’ frame,
stylus thirsts for our track unnamed.
Crackle swells like held-breath air,
pulsing bassline where silences pair.
Bridge unwinds—our bodies dare
to etch new music spinning there.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC
Needle poised, quiet stakes its claim—
groove’s canyon hums our throat’s refrain.
Hips align to revolutions’ frame,
stylus thirsts for our track unnamed.
Crackle swells like held-breath air,
pulsing bassline where silences pair.
Bridge unwinds—our bodies dare
to etch new music spinning there.
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