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We spin in the kitchen, bare feet, tile cold. Rose sleeve hits the chorus— the crackle—soft hiss, old. You sway on the downbeat— I catch the slow grin. Your arm around my shoulder— we drop right in. Hands clap on two— I fall on cue. pink vinyl— we spiral. Steam fogs the window; moon paints the floor. You mouth all the ad-libs— I want one more. You nudge up the fader— the needle writes heat. We let the hook circle: steam beads the pane. Spin back—no skip. Close waist, close grip. pink vinyl— we spiral, not down but through. Turn me again— same song, new end. pink vinyl— slower, we spiral. pink vinyl— closer, we spiral.
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We spin in the kitchen Bare feet, tile cold Rose sleeve hits chorus Crackles sound old You sway on the downbeat I catch the slow grin Arm loops my shoulder We drop right in Hands clap on two I fall on cue pink vinyl we spiral Steam fogs the window Moon paints the floor You mouth all the ad-libs I want one more You lift up the fader I breathe your name We let the hook circle We feed the flame Spin back, no skip Close waist, close grip pink vinyl we spiral Turn me again Same song, new end pink vinyl we spiral pink vinyl we spiral
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