"Flipping The Record"
A thousand kisses deep, the needle is carving a deeper divots into streams of sound. Carefully placed, it journeys its way around the record, purring, filling out my mattress with music. It crackles and sputters; leaving me to wonder how deep the "Best Of" seventy-eight really lives. Do you think I can move my hand, do you think anybody would notice if I just flipped the record?
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