Crackle, silence, sound
A familiar feeling
I am transported
Hoping to know myself better through writing.
How does it work?
As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.
More stories from Holland Grace and writers in Poets and other communities.
When you open me, I hope you feel all the things You were hoping to
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Poets
My heart breaks like shards of glass, Left on the floor, in tiny pieces, Though my love is still made to last; Your pain tears me into pieces,
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By Tina D. Lopezabout 22 hours ago in Poets
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By Amanda Starksa day ago in Fiction
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As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.