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Nov 2016
my head is always spinning
like a broken record
on constant repeat
scratching out its contents

a needle traces the lines
of my mind
wavering back and forth,
but only static rolls off my tongue

& I am waiting for the one
who will pry open my mouth,
crawl into my chest
& listen to the melody my heart softly beats
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