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Jan 2015
For Christmas
you received  
a record player

You played
your own vinyls
on repeat
for days

And maybe
that's when
you learned
what a record
was supposed to
sound like

I was a broken record
playing the same
gut-wrenching melody
over and over

So you took
me out of your
record player
and respectfully
threw me out
Paralyzed traveler
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Paralyzed traveler
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