Relaxed and familiar rhythms rock the air,
It's all fine with the beat .... then the stylus jumped.
A screech; an unbearable scratching.
We wait, longer than we can bare,
But hear only the endless click of rotations.
A boat floats on the ocean,
It flips over.
A beautiful bud begins to open,
It drops to the ground.
We are together.
Then he undressed and dived into the river.
And now we are alone.
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