I will hang from your lips until you taste my loneliness, until you cough up my name, until you remember something that makes you smile, until you are reunited with your favorite song, until your teeth tatto me, until you swallow me whole.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
Chasing Perfect Sound Forever 
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