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Can one really tell our lives?
Are they possible to describe?
To list blatant truths
Find the subtle lies
Remember, record, and all in between
Should we do it ourselves?
Ink
Quickly the ink spreads, running across the pages.
Making sense within their lines, keeping records through the ages.
a quiet afternoon,
a mug of coffee encased in both hands.
i stare into the circle of beige,
at the steam coming out of the brim,
and i watch my anxieties evaporate.
a blue turntable,
the needle comes down
and a crackle comes to life
shellac disc
inscribed with spiral grooves
