Scratched

I still have some cd’s

but hundreds

have become dozens

and it seems as though

every last one of them

is scratched.

They’re all okay

through the first few songs

but every last one of them

is scratched.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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