Charlene Kwiatkowski | ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES

The record’s needle is stuck as in a dream the young couple dances under a cloud of longing that births mothers and fathers too soon. The blackberries aren’t ripe, haven’t quite reached the cliff’s edge from which there is no return without thorns scratching like vinyl. A voice sings of love that leaps and leaps…

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