The Record

In a dusty old box, lost in a maze. I searched for a relic of your past. A vinyl disk, the one we listened to countless times on a Sunday. I lowered the needle and the warm tones ran like a woodland stream, transporting me back to when things were blue. Because today is a Sunday and I simply miss you.


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