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Apr 2023
i slip from the
sheets to flip
the record

upon my return
i wonder if he will
make me clean
again

what these songs
mean to me
he will never
understand

how these
words & sounds
saved me from
the ground

he’s gone now
and i’m not
so sure
i’ll ever
be pristine

but i have
my vinyl
and that’s
all i need
sofolo
Written by
sofolo  M/nashville, tn
(M/nashville, tn)   
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