i have turntables in my collarbones
washed out streets (metaphor for me)
wearing muscles around my neck like a
panic attack noose
red rover park ranger, do you read
i'm alone on the moon and i
i need your signals
turntable shoulders, i'm wound up tight
scoring on my bones from all this
goddamn scratching, i see my skeleton sometimes
from the hubble telescope and it looks so
tiny
there are turntables in my head
they won't stop turning
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