outdated, out of use, out of style
an antiquity—my soul you played me listened to my music scratched my silver linings what good am I now? no music can be heard songs are skipping, incoherent funny, broken thing—my soul you played me carefully opening each case like you didn’t care rearranging my soul scratched, played over and over beyond repair—my soul hands delicately traced each haphazardly stacked case not a place for everything not in its place one by one I rip them out across the room, I toss click! clack! cases clatter softly whispering as they sail through the air “I was played one too many times” click! clack! against the wall breaking apart, flying discs no longer compact old silver linings glinting with a blink click! clack! on the floor the past piles up useless antiquity my soul—emptied of the music you played of the times we danced of the lyrics that brought us to life sparse and plenty and free room for new silver linings I will get soul.
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